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I threw him a glare in the mirror. “Do you mind!”
Then, I made the mistake of looking down. He was as hard as a rock, standing at attention all because of — or for — me. My body responded in ways my brain didn't want to, and I must have looked too long.
“See something you like? There’s still time to change your mind.” He looked humored in the mirror.
“No!” My eyes moved slowly up his torso, to his sculpted abs and chiseled chest. He was rock-hard everywhere.
I had to rest my hand against the vanity so I wouldn’t sway. “No.”
Our eyes met, and I was in utter shock at how much I wanted him at that moment. He wasn’t my type at all, and I almost never did the one-night stand thing. Luckily, my mind was working overtime as I tried to control the urges in my body.
Still, the wetness between my legs was hard to ignore.
Martie warned me about him, and now I understood why. Many women could probably overlook a lot of things with this man considering he was built like a god, and he had muscleseverywhere.
He smiled, and I knew for a fact that he knew what I was thinking. My body wanted something my mind refused, and so my heart jumped in to make the final decision. I turned to him, still holding my towel.
“You know for a man as beautiful as you are, it’s a wonder the ladies aren’t lining up at the door. Makes a girl question if you know what you’re doing in that department, considering you’re standing here trying to convince me to sleep with you.” I shrugged my shoulders, and knew I was baiting him. “Perhaps all that money and success aren’t enough to make up for a lack in one particular area.”
His features changed. Suddenly, that adorable playboy appeal was gone, and I was left with the bossy, irritable, uncaring, aloof man. “I can assure you I’ve never had a problem in that department.”
He looked mad, like he wanted to punch something. I was surprised when he turned and walked away, slamming the door behind him.
I smiled to myself in the mirror, knowing I had two points over him for that one.That’ll teach you to mess with a woman like me, James Renegade!
When I finally opened the door in my pajamas, ready for bed, he was laying on the couch with his eyes closed. Even at rest, he looked angry.
It made me wonder,how can Martie work for a man like this when he’s angry all the time unless she is sleeping with him! She’s up to no good. I’m not sure how, but I hope she doesn't think she’s going to involve me in something crazy.
I rolled over in bed, away from James, and thought. I wasn’t really tired, since I suffered from insomnia, but I wasn’t about to get up and move around and let him think it was okay for us to talk or engage with each other.
Tomorrow was another day, a busy day of work that I needed to focus on. No matter what I thought about James or his business, I wanted to make this opening at the Chelsea Market everything he hoped it would be.
It took me hours to fall asleep. I tossed and turned, peeked at James through half-closed lids, counted sheep while facing away from him, stared at the ceiling, all while he was sleeping like a baby.
It annoyed me that he could sleep so soundly and peacefully as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Morning came quickly. It felt like right after I finally fell asleep, the sun was rising.
“Wake up, princess. It’s time to get ready for the day. We have a lot to do, or more importantly, you have a lot to do, since I have my own agenda.”
His voice was irritating, the kind of thing a woman didn't want to hear when she blinked her eyes open. “Could you stop yelling at me? It’s what, 7 a.m.?”
I forced my eyes open, curious how he sounded like his voice was right next to me, and there he stood, hovering over me, staring at me, already looking mad.
“Do you always go about your days and nights with the fuse already lit?”
I pushed myself up and back to sit leaning against the headboard. Of course, this man who seemed to invade my personal space so easily sat down beside me like we were an old married couple about to converse.
“Pretty much. You know, I couldn't stop thinking about you last night. You're quite the temptress. All that seduction and denial, it’s quite potent, and makes me want you more.”
Annoyed already, I turned away and climbed out of bed the other way. “Listen, you need to get that out of your head. I don’t know what kind of game you play with Martie, although I’m mortified by the thought of her cheating on her boyfriend, I’m not that kind of woman.”
Before he had a chance to debate things, I slammed the bathroom door in his face and locked it in good measure.Men like James Renegade would never know how to pick a lock, so I’m good.
I hurried as quickly as I could. I didn't know anything about this man, except that he was a playboy who loved women and sex.
Looking in the mirror one last time, I gave myself a pep talk.You can do this Gwen, just keep your distance from sexy James, but do what he asks you to do otherwise. In a few days, you’ll have all the money you need to get home and you can relax then.
