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I force a smile and move my eyes over his face, thinking this is the face that an innocent woman fell in love with, had almost two children with, and lost her life to. And all because he was simply done with her.
“Depends on how much time you want. But I like you. Alot. And I feel a certain … chemistry.” I poke my tongue out, brushing it over the corner of my lips. Chris watches, lustful and mesmerized. “For the night, one thousand. And if that’s out of the ballpark, we can discuss a shorter interim.”
His mouth curls up and he turns to face me, moving his hand to my shoulder, brushing it softly down my arm. “Do I get a free sample first? Maybe a kiss to make sure sparks fly?”
I can’t help but smirk at that one. What a douche. “I guarantee sparks, Chris. Especially when you’re sliding down the back of my throat. But don’t take my word for it. Pay up and take me for a spin. I don’t have any limits.”
His eyes flicker, pupils dilating. He licks his lips again. “My place. All night. You stay long enough to make me breakfast too. And I’ll gladly pay the thousand.”
“You got yourself a deal, baby.” I flick my gaze at Ronny. He’s not looking so I drag a finger down the front of Chris’s chest. “I’ll even pay your tab if you go get your car and pull it around front for me.”
“Oh damn,” he says, grinning. “Can’t beat a deal like that.”
Jesus Christ. He’s like a kid in a candy store. If this is how he acts with women in general then it’s no wonder he has to pay for sex.
I wait until he’s out of sight before tossing what’s left in my glass in the trash. I go back to the bar and sit at a stool and try to make small talk with Ronny. I want to make an impression. I want him to see me here, alone. Without Chris.
“How was the Bitch Kicker?”
“Amazing.” I set the empty glass on the bar. “But my date is going to be here any second. So I should wait on him before getting another.”
Ronny nods in understanding. “Wouldn’t want to get too ahead of him.”
I laugh. “No. Even though he could probably drink me under the table. And I am nursing this hangover, so…”
“Oh, right. Gotta take it easy tonight.”
“Definitely.” I pull my phone out of my purse and look at the screen. “Oh, speak of the devil. Looks like we’ve got a change of plans. He wants to meet at Chez Bisque. I don’t think I’ve ever been there.” I slide my phone back in my purse. “That’s down at the marina, isn’t it?”
“Yep. About half a mile south of here.”
“Great. Thanks for the company. Maybe my date and I will come back after dinner.”
“I’ll be here.”
I walk out as a couple approaches the bar to place an order.
And I head down the stairs to meet Chris.
The man who’s about to get a bullet to the brain and join his family in eternal slumber.
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“Nice house. You live here all alone?”
“Yes.” Chris approaches me from behind, soft and quiet.
My hands grip the wrought iron rail that overlooks the rows of houses below his.
He passes me a beverage and I want to swat it away. I seriously cannot drink right now. But I take it and bring the liquid to my lips, letting a drop and nothing more enter my mouth. It’s cold and it burns. Strong.
When I feel his erection press into my back, I twist to face him, worried he’s about to accelerate this overnight stay. I need to back him down a little, make him wait a few. Get him where I need him to be.
“You mean to tell me a handsome and obviously successful man like yourself hasn’t locked down a wife?”
He shrugs, swirls his drink. “Haven’t met the right one yet.”
Scum can’t even admit he had a wife who died. “I’m sure you will someday.”
