“Do you say that to all of them?” I ask him. “Do you realize you play with women’s hearts, Colton? Yes, I sat on that bench in the coat room, and I cried because you hadn’t chosen me. And I wasn’t the first to cry over you either.”
“But I did choose you,” he argues. “You’re here now.”
I shake my head. “But how long until you get bored with me?”
He rakes his hand through my hair. “I can’t imagine ever being bored with you.”
“Why? What makes me so special, Colton?”
He smiles. “I can’t explain it… I just know that you are.”
Oh, he’s good…
His hand ventures under the hem of my dress, and he strokes my thigh softly.
He’s very good…
Despite my anger, I love his touch. I close my eyes, giving myself permission to indulge in it.
“Tell me you don’t love this,” he says. “I see how you respond to me. You can’t deny it.”
I don’t. We both know he’s right. This isn’t just about the money. I want him. One night. And then I’ll rip the band-aid off, never see him again, never attend another one of these parties. I’m done.
