Page 80 of Cozen

“I suppose he must have known this was my only day off for the weekend since he has my schedule.”

“Yes,” Sargon repeated.

“Could you give me something more than one-word answers after you just had your fingers shoved up my cunt?”

Sargon’s expression didn’t change, and neither did the coldness in his eyes. How fast their moment had gone from something sweet to something entirely different was shocking to her. To say the least.

“Well, can you?”

“Not particularly,” he murmured.

“I’m not dressed. And my makeup and hair isn’t—”

“It will be taken care of,” Sargon interjected. “He heard from a little bird that you were here today getting pampered, and thought he might add onto it with some of his own tricks. He would like you to stop by your place and grab the necklace he gave to you. Apparently, it will match something he had picked out for you.”

“Which necklace?”

“Pardon?”

“The one with the gold bars, or the sapphire piece?”

“Sapphires.”

“Oh, well …”

“Yes.”

Sargon stepped away from the table, and moved for the door. He just opened it up when he looked over his shoulder at her. Finally, that expression of his broke as his lips curved wickedly at the edges, and he lifted his two fingers to his mouth for a taste.

His digits disappeared between those lips of his, and his grin deepened even more as his eyebrow raised.

He had gotten that taste, after all.

Christ.

Every muscle in her body clenched—from her fingers clutching into the sheet at her waist, to her pussy—at the sight.

He was everything that was bad, sinful, and wonderful wrapped up in a gorgeous face, one hell of a body, and a mind so deep and enigmatic Cozen didn’t know where to begin.

Who was playing games now?

Sargon took a place against the wall as Cozen made her way inside the hotel room. Instantly, she was greeted by several people. People who were there to either pamper her, or serve her in some way.

That’s what Jett hired them for. He loved to spoil his women, apparently.

Sargon wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about Cozen getting lumped into the category as one of Jett’s women—how many there were, Sargon was unsure—but here he was. And there she was, too.

Looking entirely out of place, sure, but there she was.

“Miss Taylor, it’s great to finally meet you!” the bubbly blonde said, stepping forward from the others. “I brought you a few things to look over, but I think—now that I finally have eyes on you—the navy blue piece will be the best.”

Cozen blinked.

Sargon chuckled.

“Of course, you can look over everything. It’s your choice in the end.”

Cozen glanced his way, and Sargon offered her a smile. “Start with hello, hmm?”