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She bites her lip and peers anxiously at the huge clock on the wall and for a moment, the only sound is the ticking of the clock as it counts down to judgment day.
“Am I late?” A slow sensuous voice wafts across the room as exactly one minute later, my guest, for want of a better word, glides into the room wearing a skin-tight dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. It caresses her curves and makes my mouth water as she strides toward me on heels that could end a man’s life and probably will at some point, if she has her way.
I watch with a hooded expression as she pulls out a chair at the end of the table and stares pointedly at the one at the other end.
It causes my temper to flare although I keep it well hidden and merely say deeply, “I trust you slept well, Miss. Blake.”
“Call me Chastity, Leo. I’m not my mother and I’m guessing you don’t want to be reminded of your father, either.”
I catch Ruby’s stifled grin as she tries desperately to conceal it and just kick out the chair beside my guest and fix her with a menacing scowl.
“My thoughts are mine and not to be second guessed, Chas.”
I raise my eyes and note the rage deepening in hers, loving the air of tension between us as Ruby hovers nervously nearby.
For a moment we stare, locked in a battle of wills and then Chastity says huskily, without breaking eye contact for a second.
“That will be all, Ruby.”
She raises her eyes in a direct challenge, but I merely glare at her and snap. “Thank you, Ruby. You may go.”
Ruby backs away without a word because you could cut the tension with a knife and as the door clicks shut behind her, Chastity leans forward until her mouth is inches from mine and says seductively, “You don’t scare me, Leo.”
She bats her long lashes and purrs. “You think intimidation works on me? It doesn’t. You may believe force could bring me in line. You are wrong. What about sex? Would that do the trick? Teach me who’s boss around here, perhaps?”
She licks her lower lip and stares at me through lust-filled eyes and the spell she is casting is a powerful one as my own body responds to hers, which was probably her intention all along.
“Just for the record, Leo.” She moves even closer, and I detect the scent of cherry lip gloss that glistens on those tempting lips.
“I’m up for it if you are, but with a word of warning.”
“Which is?” My eyes flash as she whispers huskily, “You may not be man enough to handle me.”
“Is that what you think, or what you are telling yourself?” I smirk and her eyes drop to the table, and I tense as her hand rests on my crotch.
She increases the pressure and purrs sexily, “It’s what your body is telling me.”
The fact I’m harder than a rock is annoying because my body has told her exactly what she needed and I snarl, “If this is what you want, sweetheart, be my guest. My body has needs that you can help it with. It changes nothing though because I may fuck you, but I will neverwantyou and will treat you like any other casual fuck that scratches an itch.”
“Ditto baby.”
I’m surprised when she presses her lips hard against mine and as her tongue edges inside, I reach out and grasp her hair in my fist, grinding my lips to hers in a powerful show of dominance, tightening the hold on her and biting until I taste her blood.
If I hoped that would bring her in line I’m mistaken because she gives back as good as she gets as she slides her hand under my t-shirt and drags her fingernails over my skin, scratching her name into it as if to prove a point.
The passion between us is like a smoking fuse and as she makes to relieve me of my pants, I pull her hands away and snarl, “Business before pleasure, Miss. Blake.”
I am rough as I cast her aside with an arrogant flash of my eyes and say roughly, “Your act may work on other men, but I’m immune to your charms. If you want me to fuck you, I’ll gladly oblige, but not at the dinner table and certainly not until I say so.”
I’m surprised again as she settles back with a smirk on her plump lips and reaches for the closest dome to hand.
“Allow me.” She smiles as she lifts the lid, the aromatic fragrance of the finest lamb wafting toward my hunger and capturing my attention.
I watch with a blank expression as she places food on the plate and hands it to me without a word before helping herself. It stuns me a little because this appears even more intimate than what just happened, and I don’t know how to deal with it.
In fact, if I’m honest, I don’t know how to deal with her. She surprises me the more time I spend with her and I’m still deciding if it’s in a good way.
I like my women, docile and eager to please. Not bold and adventurous in their pursuit of sex. She is everything I hate in a woman and yet everything I crave a sample of. Maybe I should fuck her and get on with my day. Then again, it will give me more pleasure to turn her advances down.
