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“Really?” I lifted a brow while snagging a piece of my own.
“Yes. I can eat it faster this way.” She crammed a large bite into her mouth to demonstrate. It wasn’t a sexy move, but it did something to my cock anyway.
But this was what I meant. A woman who looked like her could get away withanything, and idiots like me would think it was adorable or quirky. Look at me, sharing my pizza and my haven for no other reason than Sasha intrigued me. And she intrigued me because she might have been one of the most beautiful women I’d ever laid eyes on.
We ate in silence for a few minutes. I didn’t protest when she went for piece number two and three. I would have eaten the entire pie, but sharing wasn’t a hardship when it meant I got to listen to her breathy little moans as she bit into another slice and she crossed and uncrossed her mile-long legs as if the flavor was so incredible she couldn’t sit still.
“You never said why you’re hiding in here when there’s a party going on out there.”
She wiped her mouth with a crumpled paper napkin and patted her flat stomach. “I only came because my friend asked me to.”
“Do you do anything friends ask you to?”
“I have this thing—” Her mouth twisted, and she didn’t elaborate.
“Thing? Explain.”
“I say yes when I’m asked to do things if I think there’s even the smallest chance I’ll get something out of it.”
She only became more and more intriguing as time went on. “Your friend asked you to come to a party with her, and you said yes because you thought you’d get something out of it?”
She nodded.
“What do you think you’ll get out of being here tonight?”
“That’s yet to be determined.” She uncrossed and crossed her legs again. “Friend isn’t really the right word for Kara anyway. We temped together last year, and we still hang out every once in a while.”
“Kara? Small, red dress?”
“Mmhmm. Do you know her?”
“No.”
“Oh.” She huffed lightly. “Well—”
“That’s what you do? You’re a temp?”
By the nature of their job, I never had a chance to get to know my temporary employees, though I was certain we employed them from time to time. I was also certain they did not look anything like Sasha.
She waved her hand around. “I’m not ready to settle into a career, much to my mother’s displeasure. I’ve tried it, and it didn’t suit. I get bored easily.”
I related to that on a visceral level. “It sounds like you haven’t found the right career.”
Her full mouth tipped into a tepid little smile. “I like things temporary. It makes life more exciting. What about you, though?”
“What about me?”
She gestured to me then my boots piled on the floor. “By the looks of you—the Rolex on your wrist and Tom Ford boots you kicked off—you have money and a good deal of it. My guesses are a trust fund baby, a foreign prince, some bigshot CEO, or a Mafia don.”
I lifted an eyebrow, amused by her guesses, especially with how close she was to her target. “Which one do you want me to be?”
She hummed and tapped her cheek with her forefinger. “CEOs and trust fund babies are a dime a dozen. You don’t have the right accent to be a foreign prince.” Her eyes flicked over me. “The all-black clothing gives you a sort of villainous edge, so I’ll go with Mafia don. Am I right?”
Leaning forward, my elbows on my knees, I leveled her with a hard, unflinching stare. “If I told you…well, you know the rest.”
“Yeah, yeah. Death, destruction, that kind of thing.” Her lips curved into a sexy, amused grin. “Can we circle back to Kara? You don’t know her?”
“I don’t. I had the pleasure of being eye-fucked by her before I retreated in here.”
