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“Maybe if you use those bargaining skills.”
He leans close to my ear. “Oh, I’ll bargain, lie, cheat, steal, beg. I have no shame for what I’m willing to do to taste you tonight.”
“That can most definitely be arranged.”
My insides do this weird flutter thing as I try to focus my attention to the man now on stage. He sings a sad song in Italian. The emotions overcome me, and I close my eyes, reliving the last few minutes of pure bliss.
The second act starts, and right on cue, the door behind us opens. Xavier turns slightly in his chair to speak in hushed tones with an older man with graying hair. I try my hardest to hear what they are saying. The man in the fancy suit, and glasses too large for his tiny face, nods and leaves just as quickly as he entered.
Now what? Do we go back to our dysfunction?
As if he can read my every thought, his hand ends up on my upper thigh.
And I get that mushy feeling again. Like my heart is expanding and about to burst from just having his hand on me. It’s just a hand. But the swarm of eagles Xavier always seems to produce, takes flight in my stomach when his thumb lazily makes small circles along the diaphanous material of my dress.
I need to get control of myself, or the next act, I’ll be riding him and his impressive dick all the way into the ending of the show. And I kind of think that’s what I’d rather be doing.
Clearly, I’m losing my mind, and honestly, I want to go out of my mind in peace. Without him here touching me.
The things I almost said to him. The promises that were on the tip of my tongue when he brought my body to climax makes my eyes well with tears. The lights go up.
Intermission.
I stand and rush from my seat, telling Xavier I’ll be right back.
Like a flood, people begin to seep out into the marble foyer, and I sweep past them and find the nearest...anything.
Xavier is hot on my heels, but I’m not running to escape him this time, just these feelings.
I find a bathroom and step inside a stall, brace my hands on the wall, and take a deep, cleansing breath.
I almost told him I love him.
And I probably do.
Chapter 28
Xavier
Rhiannon steps into a women’s room, and I wait patiently outside. ‘Patiently’ is a stretch considering I'm pacing like a goddamn jungle cat.
She didn’t hear anything I said in my meeting, did she? No, I made sure to keep my voice low. Besides, with all the screaming on stage, I’m certain she didn’t hear a thing.
I’ve never liked the opera, but it’s such a convenient place to conduct business you don’t want other people to know you’re conducting.
In this town of crooks and wannabes, it’s hard to have a moment’s peace.
Mainly, it’s the paparazzi.
While taking pictures of the newest celebrity who got famous for having a big ass, and marrying a rapper, they might capture a trade or exchanging of money or overhear a conversation. Something they weren’t looking for but thank their lucky stars they found, because the payout is always higher.
Most get thrown up on gossip rags, and you see two associates you had no clue did business, there and doing business. Most of the time, my men pick up on those things long before it even makes it to the printer.
I adjust my cufflink as Rhiannon finally makes her way from the safety of the restroom. She looks like a tiny fish in her blue gown, swimming her way right into the open mouth of a piranha. And I am hungry for her.
God, watching her come up there, with my fingers deep inside her, and the way her mouth opened to let out the cries rising from way down inside her throat. Let’s just say, it made my already hard cock ten times more powerful.
The thoughts I had. Fuck. I thought about leaning her over the railing, entering her from behind. Sinking my cock into her balls deep. I thought about making her come all over me and grabbing her ass.
