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"What?"
"I’m going to fuck you, Angel."
"No."
"Yes." I can’t stop my grin from widening. "And when I do, you’re not only going to welcome it... you're also going to ask for more."
"Keep dreaming," she scoffs.
"You do realize, until we do the deed, this bastard..." I nod my head toward the camera." He’s not going to let us leave."
"You and he can take a flying leap. I’m not sleeping with you, and certainly not when that pervert is watching us."
"Hmm." I drag my finger across my lower lip. Truth be told, I’m not a big fan of that bastard Freddie watching us, either. It’s not like I care if he watches me... But him watching her? A throb of anger pulses through my veins. Nope. No way am I going to let him get a glimpse of her in such a vulnerable position. But how am I going to stop it from happening?
"What was that ‘hmm’ for?" She grimaces. "I don’t like the sound of it at all."
"Don’t worry your pretty little head about it." I use the phrase, knowing it’s going to piss her off, a-n-d bingo! She stiffens and her golden eyes blaze at me.
"Nice to know that you still think of women in such archaic terms."
"You mean to say you’re not pretty? Or little? Or that you have a head of beautiful hair?"
She opens and shuts her mouth. "I think I’m going back to sleep. Wake me up when the food arrives." She lays back, then turns toward the wall.
I rake my gaze down the length of her spine, the way her torso narrows down to that waist I could span with my palms. The swell of her hips, those strong thighs with which she would hold me when I position myself between her legs, those slender ankles, those narrow feet, the heels of which she would dig into my back...
She wriggles around, trying to find a more comfortable position, then sighs. She adjusts her body again, before she turns on her back.
She stares up at the ceiling, eyes wide open.
"Can’t sleep?" I ask.
She shakes her head, then blows out a breath again.
"Why don’t we play a game?"
6
Jeanne
"A game." I shoot him a sideways glance. As if I am going to agree to anything he suggests.
"Don’t look at me with such suspicion." He raises his hands. "An innocent game to pass the time is all I’m suggesting."
"Hmph," I scoff. "Nothing you say or do is innocent."
"Of course, it’ll help us get to know each other; especially since we're going to be sleeping together."
"See!" I stab my thumb in his direction. "Knew it. There’s not an innocent bone in your entire body."
"Can’t refute that. I’m a Mafioso, remember? I lost my innocence—what there was of it, at any rate—a long time ago."
I wrap my arms about my waist. I don’t want to play with him, do I? And the option is, what? Staring up at the ceiling?
"Come on, Angel, I’m hardly asking you to play strip poker."
"Wouldn’t put it past you to weave the same conditions into whatever game you’re suggesting."
