Page 47 of Dishonored

Caesar laughed darkly. “You don’t know much about the rules of made men, do you? Never shun a boss, sweetheart.”

“I’m far from sweet. Shut your phone off.”

“I don’t know—I thought the taste of your pussy was awfully sweet, actually.”

Jesus Christ.

She felt the heat trying to climb up her throat and into her cheeks, but she took a quick breath, and urged the emotions down. Glancing at the waiting men behind Caesar, she gave the two a nod.

“Close the door, and wait outside.”

Nico nodded, and followed the other man out without needing to be told again. She was grateful that he was at least letting his concerns about this meeting and what might follow to remain unheard for the moment.

She couldn’t afford to deal with Caesar, and Nico at the same time. One drove her crazy with urges she wasn’t ready to handle, and the other one made her crazy with his constant worries taking over every fucking conversation.

“Oh, no guards?” Caesar asked. “But what if you need them?”

His grin showed off arrogance, and amusement all rolled into one. A sexy sight if she had ever seen one. Today, he was dressed in a flat black three-piece suit, and had a vest and tie to match. Were suits all he ever wore? Did he even own a pair of jeans?

“Why would I need my guards?”

Caesar shrugged. “I suppose because I might hurt you.”

“You could try.”

His grin melted into a smirk in an instant.

Sex walking.

“How do you do that?” he asked, arching one brow high.

“Do what?”

“Flip back and forth between different women depending on your situation—the one who tricked me in a club, and looked like sin had been poured into a dress, and the one who ran scared at the idea of being seen with me in a store. Oh, and let’s not forget the woman who walks into a meeting with a Cosa Nostra boss, and threatens him. I just … find it very fascinating.”

“Is that what you call lust?”

Caesar’s tongue peeked out to touch the upper corner of his lip in his smile. “No, actually. I call that interest. See, if lust was all it was, I’d have been satisfied with the taste of you that I already got. I wouldn’t be thinking about more, or wondering which surface would be best in this room to spread you open, and bury my face into your cunt.”

Holy mother of—

“But I don’t think a good fuck is why you had me brought here, and that really wasn’t what I asked for, either,” he finished.

Aria blinked. “You are something else.”

He nodded. “I’ve been told that a few times, yes.”

It was … disconcerting.

Strange.

Curious.

She didn’t like it.

And yet, she did like it, too.

I am a mess.