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I try not to let my eyes dip to his mouth as I wonder how bristly that stubble would feel between my…
Wait.What?
Abort all notions of idiocy…namely the fog going through my brain. Maybe there is something in the water, after all, making me feel things I wouldn’t otherwise.
“God. I pity the poor woman waiting for you at home, or maybe you’re one of those serial bachelors who ride around in flash cars, wearing Armani suits and only date models whose daddies have the right name and will - if you play your cards right - contribute nicely to your illegal hedge-fund in the Bahamas, but what would I know. I’m just a spoiled little princess with a dirty mouth, right, Marco?”
He’d be the type, you can tell. Probably only likes one kind of bimbo with too much Botox and fake breasts. Nobody challenges him because men like him love nothing more than overpowering a woman and asserting their authority over them. I’ve got his number.
He opens his mouth then closes it again, which only fuels me further.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”
“You’re a vicious little thing, has anyone ever told you that before?” he growls.
“I believe they actually have.” I begin to climb the stairs in a hurry to get up there and away from him.
He might be Mr. Dark and Dangerous, but that’s where the attraction ends.
His moods, for one, could freeze you in your tracks. Something about him tells me he’s used to getting his way, and my assumptions about most people are usually correct. Call it a gift.
“I hope you’re not gawking at my ass,” I shoot back, turning as I see his eyes lift to mine.
“You wish,” he mocks.
His hands, fuck, he’s got big hands.
“I actuallydon’twish. What are you, pushing forty?”
I know he’s nowhere near that, but it’s as insulting as I can muster with the strength of annoyance I feel with his attitude toward me. I have just been through a terrible fucking ordeal, and I’m scarred.
A lady called Sage came over earlier to check me out. Aside from exhaustion and dehydration, I was given the all-clear. Psychologically though, I could be scarred for life.
I don’t know how I will be able to sleep tonight.
“If that’s meant as an insult, then you failed. Forty isn’t even old. Since you’re straight out of diapers, I doubt you’d realize the difference.”
I roll my eyes. “You also didn’t answer the question.”
“There was no question, only a long, incoherent rant about who you think I am.”
I ignore him.How many fucking stairs are in this joint?
“Do you have a woman waiting for you at home?” I repeat.
“I don’t think who I have or don’t have in my bed is any of your concern.”
“Have it your way.”
“It’s amusing that you’re interested to know about my sex life, though.”
“Ugh.” I follow that by making a gagging sound. “Please, don’t insult my intelligence.”
“You asked me twice who I had waiting at home, that would indicate interest in my personal life, wouldn’t you say?” His voice is silky smooth, like it could melt butter.
“I thought you were gay.”
I hear him make a growl in the back of his throat.
