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“You said that’s what your friends call you.”
“It is,” I say.
“We’re not friends.”
“I’m hoping we could be.”
Sofia fills our shot glasses a second time and sips on the tequila, not once making a face, which I’ll admit impresses the hell out of me. She leans forward, and I have difficulty keeping my gaze on her eyes and not on her cleavage. Then she licks and bites her lower lip, and my dick stirs alive. This woman is going to be the end of me.
“Is that what you want from me, Bren? To be friends?” Her voice is low and sultry when she delivers the question.
“No, actually. If I’m honest, that’s the last thing I want to be.” I rub my bottom lip with my thumb. I can almost anticipate the feel of her lips on mine.
“What do you want, then?” Her eyes are hooded when they freeze on my lips.
“More,” I say.
For a moment, Sofia considers my one word and all the implications we both know I placed in that one syllable. We let the silence stretch for a long moment, but it isn’t uncomfortable. I could stare at her rare beauty for hours without exchanging a word and die a happy man.
For some reason I can’t explain, I feel light around Sofia.
Women have used me in the past. For press, or to make a quick buck on my name. Normally it takes me a long time to trust a woman. But Sofia is different. I don’t know for sure that I can trust her, but my gut is telling me I can, and I need to find a way to spend more time with her. I’ll take crumbs from her if that’s all she offers me.
Finally, she breaks the silence. “I can’t give you more.”
“Why not? I know you don’t know me, but I’d like for us to get to know each other.”
“Even if we got to know each other, and you were the perfect man, I don’t do more.”
“Okay . . .” Shit. This isn’t going my way at all.
“I’ll admit I’m surprised. The last person I’d expect to be looking for something serious would be the lead singer of a famous rock band, but—”
“Who said I’m looking for something serious?” I try to backpedal.
Sofia leans back and crosses her arms in front of her, deepening the distance between us so she can study my face. “It was implied, Bren.”
“All I’m proposing is that we spend some time together.”
She bites her lip while she considers her next words. “You mean it?”
I nod.
“Fine. Here’s the deal—if you want it,” she says. “One night. No strings. No repeats. No sleeping over.”
I blink. What the fuck did she just say? I’d hoped for lunch the next day, and she has turned it into something much more indecent.
“One night?” I croak out, incredulous.
“One fuck. That’s it. That’s all I can offer. Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll take it,” I say, because really, who in their right mind says ‘no’ to this woman? I’ll woo her later, and she’ll take back her conditions. I just know it.
She grins devilishly at me. “All right. Let’s go.”
“What, right now?”
“Want to risk me changing my mind?”
