I let that one settle for a moment, unable not to smile. Before I metthiswoman, I would have strongly disagreed with her stance, but now I’m not so sure. “And it doesn’t bother you that you can’t see my face?”
“I can see enough. Good jaw. Full lips. Nice eyes. Thick neck. Large Adam’s apple—I like that, by the way. Broad shoulders.” She traces my form with her eyes again, lingering halfway down my body. “Huge hands.” Her gaze flicks back up to meet mine. “You could probably pick me up with just one of them.”
“Probably.”
Her lip, in all its slicked-pink glory, curls. “You wanna test it?”
“Is this your idea of foreplay?”
She flutters her lashes. “Abso-fucking-lutely. If you can pick me up with one hand, imagine what you can do with two of them.”
This time, I allow myself to laugh loud and full. Fuck it, I’m enjoying this. I haven’t had such easy banter with a woman in far too long.
She stretches out her leg and knocks the toe of her sparkly pink heel against my foot. “Excellent shoes.” She gestures to the rest of my body. “Good suit. Well-cut.” Her eyes narrow. “Do you have a woman at home?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I did.”
“Good answer. So, shall we fuck?”
4
DIANA
The stranger runs a thumb slowly over his full bottom lip, drawing my attention to his mouth. And what a mouth it is. I wantinthere. I want to dive between those lips and taste him.
If I had any hesitation about coming here tonight, I don’t anymore. I’m in control, in character, and the consequences of my earlier actions are the furthest thing from my mind.
The man in front of me is exactly what I need. I knew it the moment I saw him standing behind me downstairs. His friends were hot too—really hot, now I think of it—but this guy…this guygives off a sexual energy that vibes with mine and gives me tingles. We’ll be absolutefirein bed together. And the fact that he’s American? That’s good too; if he doesn’t live in London, there’s even less chance that I’ll see him again. And thankfully, he hasn’t questioned my accent. I’m obviously very convincing.
We’re still standing in front of the lift. Any moment now, the doors will open again and more people will spill out, separating us.
I don’t want that to happen.
With a flick of the wrist and without answering my question, he invites me to step further into the room ahead of him. I edge past his outstretched hand; if he wanted to, he could cover my entire face with it, or wrap it around my throat. A pleasurable shiver rolls down my spine as I imagine those hands on my hips, my arse, those long fingers dipping inside me.
I need to masturbate more often. Maybe I wouldn’t be salivating over a stranger like this if I did.
Or maybe I would.
Anyway, I’ve decided. He’s the one. He looks like he takes care of his body and knows how to use it; he’s a man who understands his own impact.
He’ll give me a good night, and that’s all I want.
But he doesn’t seem entirely convinced.
Pausing beside an empty table, one lone candle flickering atop it, I play my trump card. “Your friend would have said yes.”
Over the top of his mask, a hint of a furrowed brow appears beneath the fringe of his hair, and I know I hit the right spot. A tension-filled silence buzzes between us, drowning out the sound of other people. We might as well be alone with how he captivates my attention.
His brow smoothes as he trails his gaze up my legs, my hips, stomach, breasts, and all the way up to my face, where he lingers. “My friend knows what he wants,” he says, voice low, each word carefully enunciated.
“And you don’t?” I tut. “You look like a man who knows. How disappointing. Maybe I got it wrong this ti—”
“You didn’t.”
Oh, yes. Here we go.“What do you want then?” I ask, affecting my most seductive expression. Honestly, I don’t know why he hasn’t thrown me against the wall and—
He grips my hip and tugs me into him. “You,” he growls, sounding almost pissed off about it, but I couldn’t care lessbecause the heat that ignites through my entire body when he’s pressed against me, is unbelievable. “I want you,” he repeats.
