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Anthony grinned. “I was hoping you’d be here tonight.”
I couldn’t imagine why, since we’d established that we didn’t have the same sexual tastes. He was a sadist. Me? I didn’tmind ateensybit of pain in the sense that I liked my sex to be rough, raw, and dirty. But I was no masochist. Which I’d explained to him multiple times.
“Let me buy you a drink.”
Sidestepping his attempt to grab my arm, I said, “I’m good, thanks.” Nothing about my tone, expression, or body language was remotely welcoming, but his grin nonetheless widened.
“One drink,” he coaxed, all charm. “There are things we need to talk about.”
“If you’re going to again ask me to change my mind, the answer is no. You should go seek out a woman who’s into the same stuff as you.” It was surely pure common sense.
He gave me a slow eye-fuck that made my stomach clench—and not in a good way. “I’d rather have you,” he said.
“And I was clear that I’m not interested. I couldn’t possibly be clearer about what I do and I don’t want.” But he didn’t seem used to hearing the word ‘no.’ Well, being a CEO of a large and hugely successful company, he probably rarely did.
“I could make you want it.”
“Excuse me?”
“I could train you to like pain, to want it, to crave it.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.” I tried skirting around him, but he blocked my path.
His lips thinning, he advanced on me. “You won’t even give it a chance.”
“I don’t have to.” Was he not getting that?
“If you’d just be open to giving it a try—”
“But I don’twantto try it. Does that not matter to you? Is it only whatyouwant that’s important?” It would seem so.
The thing about having any level of fame was that you ceased being an actual person to many people. You ceased being someone who had a family, feelings, hobbies, fears, or evenhealth issues. You were merely a celebrity in the eyes of some—that status, for them, defined you. And Anthony here … He didn’t seeme.He saw a famous rock singer, and he wanted to dominate that artist because it would do something for his ego.
“I’m walking away now,” I told him. “Don’t bother me again.” But the annoying piece of shit blocked my path once more. I hissed. “I swear to Christ, if you do thatone more time—”
“This guy bothering you?” someone asked from behind.
I stilled. Oh, no. I knew that deep, raspy voice. Knew it as well as I knew my own. I’d sung or hummed along with it for many years while listening to the albums that the owner of that voice recorded. And I could still recall him bluntly informing me that, essentially, I wouldn’t make it as a rock artist.
Anthony’s eyes darted over my shoulder. “This has nothing to do with you.”
“I could give less of a fuck,” my rescuer told him. “She clearly doesn’t want to talk to you. Get out of her face, and leave her alone.”
Anthony’s lips thinned, a muscle in his cheek ticking. He slammed his gaze on me, and something cruel glittered there for a moment. Then, muttering under his breath, he stalked off.
The man behind me, however, didn’t go anywhere. I could feel his body heat radiating against my back.
I couldn’t lie, I would seriously prefer not to talk to him—it wasn’t like he’d have anything pleasant to say. But it would be shitty of me to walk away without at least thanking him for intervening, since I’d been on the verge of punching Anthony right in the face—that would have risked me losing my membership.
Subtly drawing in a preparatory breath, I slowly turned. And there was Kaiser Wolfe, looking all broody and self-assured and sexily indecent.
Just as it had six years ago, my stomach went all fluttery.
No matter how hard I’d tried, I’d never been able to stop wanting him. Never. I wasn’t sure if it would be possible.
Still to this day, he was the only person who made me feel starstruck. As much as I reminded myself that he ate, slept, and shit like everyone else, that full-of-awe-and-wonder-feeling stubbornly surfaced whenever I was near him.
Right then, there was no way to stop myself from drinking him in. It was crazy how someone could be a relative stranger to me … and yet, I knewevery angle of their face, the exact shade of their eyes, the precise shape of their full mouth, the location of each facial scar and freckle. Well, I’d had a lot of posters of him once upon a time.
