Page 53 of Watching Her

“Even Drake?”

“He’s perpetually kind and forgiving.”

“Ah,” I murmured, taking the glass and sliding a hundred-dollar bill into the bartender’s tip glass. Which she noticed. She’d noticed me. Watching me. My balls were tight as drums. “Don’t underestimate my stalking abilities. I pride myself on going to any length to get what I want.”

“Duly noted.” The slight shift of her gaze, while subtle, provided me with confirmation she was very interested. Besides, it would be next to impossible to ignore the level of electricity coursing from one to the other. “This is the point I believe where it’s suggested we learn each other’s names.”

I flanked her side as she walked away, both remaining casual and noncommittal. “You don’t appreciate the mystery of not knowing?”

“I did weeks before. The stories I made up about you were delicious and decadently dark.”

“How fascinating. I’ve never had anyone talk about me using such terms.”

She stopped long enough to slide me a seductive look while her eyes held amusement. “Then I suspect the people you’ve chosen to hang out with don’t know you at all.”

My cock was already straining against my trousers. “Then please indulge me with your thoughts.”

“Let’s see.” She shifted her drink to her left hand so she could brush a strand of hair that had fallen into her face. “You’re obviously wealthy. That took little more than noticing your brand of attire and the watch you wore, a different one every day. But the dead giveaway was your choice in liquor. Macallan isn’t for the faint of heart or those insisting on saving money.”

“Nicely done. What else?”

“You don’t suffer fools, which means you’re in a position of authority.”

I stopped walking, laughing as I did. “You are very right about that. I cannot tolerate ineptness.”

“Understandable, although if I had to guess, I’d say your inability to tolerate mistakes or even boredom creates some loneliness. Which you definitely will never admit to anyone you consider a friend. And…” She laughed softly, a joke known only to herself. “You have very few friends but are tight with them. But you get off on destroying all those you consider enemies.”

The woman was even more delightful than I’d initially believed. “You are extremely accurate. My turn.”

“Alright. Take your best shot.” Every time she licked the rim of the glass, I experienced a strong urge to shove her onto her knees, thrusting my cock inside her hot, wet mouth.

That would come later.

“Let’s see,” I said, starting slowly. “You’re very independent, so much so starting your own business was easy, natural. Yet you miss the power as only working closely with a team can provide.”

“I think that would be similar for anyone with a sole proprietorship just off the ground.” Was there a hint of disappointment in her voice?

“You’re right. You are atypical as a woman and I do not mean that in a derogatory way.”

“Go on.” We were walking closer to both the dance floor and a set of doors leading to the bank of elevators. Soon, a choice would need to be made.

“You tolerate the typical with dating, friendships, and especially in your work relationships. You don’t value trivial things like going shopping with the girls and certainly find a movie and dinner boring while on a date. I daresay if a man suggested something so mundane, you’d write them off and not waste time waiting to see if your instincts were correct.”

“Would I waste time going on the date or not?”

Her casual question was tossed out as if no big deal, but I knew better. It was a test. If I had to guess, I’d say the number of them would equal the number of layers she’d carefully crafted around herself for protection. I laughed honestly, which seemed easy to do around her. “Absolutely not. You’d tell him to his face he wasn’t worth your time.”

“Gosh. You make me sound like a bitch.”

I moved in front of her, keeping us on the cusp of making a decision. I had no intention of forcing her to do anything. I would win the first round only if she came with me willingly. “Which you find a compliment.”

For the first time, she appeared slightly embarrassed, the light flush not easy to distinguish in the light, but since I noticed everything, I easily sensed the difference.

“You’re right. Perhaps I’m the one who doesn’t suffer fools easily or at least willingly.” She briefly looked away, lost in a moment from the past. “Certainly not any longer.”

An admittance someone had hurt her, which in turn created another wave of anger.

Another moment of possessiveness.