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And she would.
Because I played dirty.
By the end of the night, I would have her so hot and bothered that she’d be begging to ride me. She just didn’t know it yet.
After all, she had constantly referred to me as the Devil. Might as well play the part.
Walking over to the car, I slid inside, finding her on the opposite side of the car. “Here, now.” I pointed to the seat next to me as the car pulled out into traffic.
The glare in her eyes promised a painful death if she had the ability to pull one off. “I’m not a dog you know. Besides, I’m just fine right here.”
Having had enough of her backtalk, I reached over, grabbing her wrist and pulled her into me, causing her to fall into my lap. When she scrambled to get off of me, I held her firm. “Let. Me. Go,” she practically growled.
“Why? I rather like you on my lap, and at my mercy.”
Her body instantly tensed up at my words. Something I was noticing was a trend for her. If I was a better man, knowing I was making her uncomfortable, I would stop. But I wasn’t and she knew it. Pushing her hair aside so I could see her face, I gripped her chin firmly, making her face me when she attempted to look away. “I want to talk to you about something. I’ve noticed that you tense up a lot when I touch you. Could my salty little vixen be a virgin?”
A look of surprise and disgust crossed her face. “Not that it’s any ofyourbusiness, no I’m not. Itenseup because your touch repulses me.”
I shook my head in disapproval. “I’m disappointed.”
“About what?” she snapped.
“That we’re starting off the evening with a lie. Here I thought you were an honest woman.” I slowly began rubbing her exposed leg, inching my hand up higher each time.
“It wasn’t a lie. You beat people up and probably kill them. What could possibly be attractive about someone like that?”
Leaning forward, I whispered into her ear, “power. It’s all about the power, my little vixen. The power to decide whether or not to end someone’s life as they know it. The power to bend them to your will. Or the best part. The power to know you can get away with it all.” Shivers wracked her body at my words. She was turned on, even if she would never admit it.
The ride to the event had been too short for my liking when what seemed like only moments later, the car was pulling up to the red-carpeted entrance to the party. Reaching my hand higher under her dress, I patted her on the ass. “Now smile and act like I am the man of your dreams. Scarlett is counting on you tonight after all.” When my driver pulled the door open, I slid out first, then reached back in for Clarice, helping her out. The glare in her eyes connected with mine just seconds before she painted on the biggest fake smile she could muster up. “Good girl,” I whispered in her ear, wrapping my arm around her, pulling her into my side tightly.
As we entered the building, the Mayor instantly caught my eye and made a beeline straight over as if he’d been waiting for me to arrive. “Mr. Lennox, good to see you this evening. So happy you were able to attend. Who might I ask is this lovely woman with you?”
“This is my girlfriend, Clarice.” When I said the word girlfriend, I thought she was going to choke on her own tongue with the way she looked at me.
Taking her hand in his, he leaned down and kissed it, sending pure rage running rampant through me. Having to witness him touch what I had already deemed to be mine was causing an anger to build inside of me. But there would be a place and a time for that lesson to be learned later. The Mayor never knew the real man he was dealing with. He only knew I had the connection to Canon Church he needed. Little did he know the man he was so desperate to be in contact with was standing right in front of him in the flesh.
“It’s lovely to meet you,” I heard Clarice say, snapping me out of my ill-tempered thoughts.
I needed to get him far away from her before I ended up lashing out at him. “How about we let you greet your other guests and meet up for that discussion we had talked about yesterday a little later this evening.”
“Yes, please do help yourselves to some drinks. Dinner will be served in just a bit.”
“Thank you.” I guided Clarice over to the bar. “What would you like to drink?”
“I’ll take an Old Fashioned. Actually, make it a double. I don’t normally drink but have a feeling I’m going to need it tonight.”
“I do find it interesting how you work so hard to seem so disinterested in me when most women would do just about anything for a moment of my attention.”
Her eyes, swung to mine and I knew by the look in them she was about to throw one of her spicy little insults my way. It seemed to be the only way she could convince herself that she wasn’t attracted to me. “Do they know you go around beating people up and threatening their families? Or that you blackmail women into going out with you?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. After we got our drinks, I guided her over to the table I’d been seated at for the night. The damn thing cost me ten thousand a plate just to sit at, but I was always happy to support my fellow crooks in this city. As long as it benefited me in some way, of course.
Pulling out the chair for Clarice, she gave me an uncertain look. “I’m not going to bite you if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Not worried,” she snapped, taking a seat.
It didn’t take long for the table to fill up as many other supporters of the Mayor showed up. It did however cut into my time in getting to know my little vixen, I’d brought here with me tonight. It seemed every time someone sat down at the table, they wanted to say hello or catch up like we were long lost fucking friends. I did, however, keep a close eye on her and who she spoke with. Even though she knew none of these people, she had a way of charming them when they engaged with her. She was the perfect politicians wife, and someone I believed was about to become useful to me in more ways than just the one I had planned for her.
