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"Not that I’m not tempted at a chance to bash in your already broken nose but—” I raise my hands. "I have a shoot coming up, and I can’t scar my face more than what it already is."
"You mean that?" He stabs his finger at my forehead. "Only Hollywood would call that a scar."
"Doesn’t look the same on a close-up when your face fills a fifty-foot cinema screen."
He winces. "Why you would put yourself through that, I don’t know.”
“I don’t know… Must be the money and the fame that comes with it, not to mention the free pussy?” I smirk.
He raises a shoulder. “Whatever floats your boat, man. I came by to tell you I’m leaving for the night, but the security cameras are all working, and I did a final check. Also, the night shift of armed guards is in place to patrol the perimeter."
"Thanks, man." I hold up my hand and we do a clasp then a fist bump. He turns to leave, then pauses. "You know, Declan, life is unpredictable. When you have what you want within arm's reach, you should grab it and hold it close. You never know when or if you might get another chance." He holds my gaze for a few moments, while I search my brain for a response. Turning, he leaves.
I stare after him. Apparently, my friends are far ahead of me when it comes to figuring out what's right for my love life. Maybe they have a point? I pour myself another glass of whiskey, then walk up the stairs toward my room. When I reach the top, I change directions, push open her door, and walk in. That’s when she steps out of the bathroom. Naked.
22
Solene
"You?" I freeze.
He rakes his gaze from the top of my hair that I’ve piled in a messy bun on the top of my head, to the drops of water that cling to my décolletage, to my waist, down between my thighs, and to my feet. By the time he raises his gaze to my face again, I’m flushed and melting. My fingers tingle. I want to wrap my arms about myself and shield my nakedness, but to do that would mean to give away how exposed I feel. He’ll take it as a sign of weakness. He’ll use it to bring me under his control. He'll use my emotions against me. He’ll make me bend to his will and I…
I’m going to love it. I may be inexperienced, but my instincts tell me he knows how to please me. He’ll satisfy me. He’ll make me feel like one of the characters in my smutty books. The book he chose for had the MMC introducing the FMC to the pleasures of being dominated. If that’s not a sign of what he intends to do to me, then I don’t know what is.
His gaze narrows, and a considering look comes into his eyes. Then, he reaches behind him and locks the door. The sound of the lock clicking into place sends an explosion of sensations down my spine. My core clenches, my toes curl, and a thousand butterflies take flight under my skin. I take a step back and he smirks. "Scared, Rabbit?"
I tip up my chin. "Of course not."
"You should be."
I gape. "Are you trying to scare me?"
"Am I succeeding?"
He is, but I’m not going to let him know that. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think?"
"Thought you were going to keep our relationship professional?" I scowl.
"Is that why you challenged me to make you submit?"
I shuffle my feet. "I didn’t think you’d accept that. I thought your promise to keep our interactions professional—"
"—will still be valid."
"Eh?" I blink rapidly. "You lost me there, considering you broke the promise the moment you walked into that bathroom on the plane and—"
"I didn’t touch you then," he reminds me.
I scoff. "You made me orgasm. You showed me how to find my clit, then made me climax for the first time in my life. I’d say we broke more than just professional boundaries then."
"You should know, I will not get emotionally involved with you," he warns.
"Will not or can not?"
"What’s the difference? You’re on the verge of launching your career. I’m about to head into months of grueling shooting for my first role as the lead hero of—"
