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Me: You want to know what I want tonight? I want you in a sexy dress. I want you to drink with me. I want you to come back to my room, let me peel your dress off, and bury my cock deep inside your tight, wet, needy pussy.
I snap my head to him, and that smirk is in place. “Don’t worry, I texted that to me. What do you say, angel? You able to make that happen for me?”
I’m so turned on that I can’t even comprehend saying a word. I can feel my face is flushed. My heart is pounding and that needy pussy he talked about is now very wet. I lick my lips and he rubs my thigh.
“Is that a yes?”
My phone alerts me to an email and I’ve never been more grateful for the distraction. What the hell is happening? I take a few minutes to focus on the email I just got about a sale at Bath and Body Works, trying to regain my composure.
What’s he playing at here? Why’s he flirting so hard? It hits me like a ton of bricks. He’s still pissed about last night and he’s trying to fuck with me, figuratively not literally. But damn, why does it have to feel so real.
I push down all the confusion and turn to him smiling. “I will gladly have some drinks with you tonight, but I will be going back to my room alone after.”
He grins as he stands up. “We’ll see.”
What the fuck.
Chapter Eight
Lorelei
“I can’t believe how he’s acting today,” I say, fixing my hair.
“Honestly, he is probably doing it because he’s attracted to you, but telling himself it’s to piss you off,” Haven replies.
I laugh as I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. This hotel room is the most amazing place I’ve ever been. It has nothing to do with the big luxurious room, but all about the queen-sized bed I took a four-hour nap in and the shower that I can move without hitting the wall. Not to mention, a vanity so I can actually take my time doing my hair and makeup keeping it all out in my reach.
“I know you’ve only seen pictures of him, but they don’t do him justice. He’s not interested in me like that. He’s interested in the girls with fake tits, short skirts, and legs that spread when he gives them a wink,” I explain.
She laughs before she says, “You don’t need fake tits, short skirts, or legs that spread when he winks. You’re fucking gorgeous and real. You’re smart, funny, and caring. You’re more than he’s ever had and don’t you ever come down on yourself like that again. I know you’re more confident than that.”
She’s right, I normally am, but this is Kegan Donovan. A damn rock star. He may find me attractive, but he doesn’t want me. Which is how it needs to be. I could never sleep with him and keep my job. My grandfather would fire me before I even climbed out of his bed. It’s best he keeps going after the other girls and leave the real ones like me alone.
“Thanks, Haven, but you know nothing could ever happen anyway. Tonight, I am nothing more than a dressed-up chaperone.”
“Well, take advantage of that. Drink, dance, and have some damn fun,” she says.
I laugh as I fix my dress. I didn’t wear this because Kegan said to wear a sexy dress. I wore it because it’s one of the few I brought. It’s a simple black, sleeveless dress. It hugs my body perfectly and I always feel incredibly sexy when I slip it on. I’ve paired it with my nude heels. While talking to Haven, I did my makeup dark, making my blue eyes stand out. My hair I decided to keep straight with just a few beachy curls throughout. Haven is right. I need to have some fun and that’s just what I intend on doing.
“Thanks for talking. I miss you guys so much,” I say, walking out of the bathroom.
“We miss you, too. It’s not the same without you.”
We talk a bit longer about her plans for the night and finally hang up when I notice it’s time for dinner. I grab my purse, shoving my phone in it, and head for the door. When I open it, I step back in shock. Kegan is leaning against the wall opposite my door. His hands are in the pockets of his dark jeans. He has on a blue button-down shirt, but it’s rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons are undone. His hair is wild as always and that damn smirk is in place.
I step out and close the door behind me, keeping my back to him, I ask, “What are you doing here?”
I feel him move closer and I turn around. His dark eyes are trailing up my body, taking a bit too long on my breasts, before locking with my eyes. I know he’s doing all this to punish me for what I said, but damn he’s good at it.
“I thought we could walk to dinner together,” he says.
Sure you did. “Where are the others?” I ask, as we begin to walk to the elevator.
“Waiting for us at our table,” he says.
We stand outside the elevator waiting for it to open and I feel the need to take a step away from him. His scent is wrapping around me, making me want to get closer. So, I do the opposite.
He chuckles when the door opens, and we step on. “Was I too close?”
