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“I guess I’m going to have to break another one of my rules, then,” he says as he boxes me in even more.
I wait, but when he doesn’t elaborate, I ask, “And what rule is that, Tyler?”
The smoldering look he sends me has my entire body responding to the man, fully against my will. He leans forward as if he’s about to impart a great secret.
“Let the games begin.” He says nothing more, and I can almost hear the dinging of a bell as round one gets underway.
“I thought you said you don’t play games.”
“As I said, I’m breaking one of my rules. And all in your honor.” Ah. So he’s telling me he’s more than ready to play with me. True to his usual type.
“Yes, Tyler, let the games begin.”
ChapterFive
Tyler
There’s something very familiar about this woman. But I’ve been sitting here with her for over an hour, and I can’t place her, so it has to be an illusion. Olivia isn’t the type of woman a man can forget. She’s certainly a woman a man breaks the rules for.
I can easily walk away from most females who cross my path. Yes, I sometimes speak of marriage and babies and growing up, but the idea of actually doing that terrifies me to the depths of my soul. I still have the diamond ring I bought the last woman, as a reminder of my near escape. And I’m more guarded now.
I’ve always come on strong. I’m great-looking, rich as sin, and have what one ex referred to as theultimate swagger. I know I’m a catch. Most of the time, I don’t have to break a sweat to get a hot babe into my bed.
So why does it seem crucial to my very existence that I stay and talk to this woman, a woman who clearly has some sort of agenda? I have no clue what that is, but I can see it a mile away when someone’s playing a game. Olivia has secrets, and I want to figure them out. Is she after money? Fame in the tabloids, maybe to help her jump-start a modeling career? Or is there something deeper? Darker? More sinister?
The idea — the uncertainty — should terrify me. Instead, I’m more turned on than ever. I should blow her off, but something about her makes me willing to play along, almost willing to get down on my knees and beg her to let me stay in her presence. I’m heading down a dangerous road, and can’t seem to look for an exit.
“Are you seeing anyone, Olivia?” I watch her reaction. My question doesn’t make her jumpy.
“Not at the moment. I like my freedom,” she tells me. “What about you? Any girlfriends about to come out of the restroom and fight me for the privilege of sitting with you?”
She has such quick comebacks, and I love it. “I can’t guarantee that won’t happen,” I reply.
“Then maybe I should change seats,” she says.
“Are you afraid of a challenge, Olivia? You don’t strike me as the type of woman to run from a fight.”
“Oh, I’m not afraid of any woman you most likely date. Let me guess. They’re stick-thin Barbie doll types with bigger busts than brains.” Olivia says this so casually it takes me a moment to realize she’s insulting me.
“Then what am I doing sitting here talking to you? Your bust size is respectable, of course, but are you a ditzy sort of girl?”
She openly laughs at this. “Ditzy!Nice word, and especially used withgirl. It pegs you as a retrograde. I have a college degree — maybe more than one. I don’t think I could be called stupid.”
“It depends what level and what area the degree’s in,” I counter.
“You haven’t earned that information yet.”
“That’s the second time you’ve said this. You’re incredibly good at dodging questions about yourself. Is that on purpose, or are you running on automatic?”
She looks down for a moment, and I instantly reach across the small table and lift her chin. I can’t read her if I can’t see into her eyes. This doesn’t work for me.
“I don’t know you well enough to let you inside my head, Tyler. Has anyone ever told you that you’re damn pushy?” She shakes off my hand.
“I’ve been told that a lot. But the thing is, I always get what I want — one way or another.”
“Maybe not this time,” she says, and I see a flash in her eyes that I can’t quite interpret. Fascinating. This witch has me even more intrigued than before. I have to know her story. And I will.
My body’s humming with lust, but more than that, I’m interested in this mystery woman. She somehow compels me to trust her. This is insane. She’s playing me. But what can I do but go along?
