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“You were going to tell me why you hired me,” she reminds me, her eyes wary.
“I think about you day and night. I think about the taste of you, about touching you, teasing you, finally making love...” Her eyes dilate. She’s so damn responsive. The problem is my words are also affectingmybody. I shift on the couch as my jeans become far too uncomfortable.
“I haven’t been able to work lately, and that’s not good — I have a lot of important projects underway. But I can’t focus on anything but you.” I stretch out my hand and rest it on her thigh.
I don’t move my fingers, letting her adjust to my touch. I can take her, no doubt she’ll like it. But I want her to beg me, to need me. She rejected me, and now I want her pleading and begging instead.
“Why me?” she finally chokes out.
“Whynotyou?”
“I can’t think right now. You’re confusing me,” she says, setting down her empty wineglass and holding her head in her hands.
“What’s wrong?” Is this another act she’s putting on?
“I drank too much.” I sigh with frustration. I never should’ve brought the wine to the table. This isn’t how I planned for my night to end.
“Is that an excuse, Olivia, or are you running from me again?”
“I don’t have to run from you, Tyler. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want,” she snaps.
“You want to make love to me.”
She lifts her head so she can glare at me. “It must be nice to be so confident.”
“Why play modest when I know who I am?”
Her sweet lips open in an exasperated expression. I want to close mine around hers and end this debate, but I’ve never bedded a woman who isn’t fully accountable for her actions.
“I think I hate you,” she finally tells me.
“No you don’t, Olivia. You might want to hate me, but you certainly don’t.”
“I’m ready to go home now, Tyler,” she tells me through clenched teeth.
“I’m not ready to let you leave,” I say right back.
We scowl at each other for several tense moments until her expression changes. She leans forward and lifts the bottle of wine — our second bottle, and I didn’t have much from the first. She refills her glass and drinks it down before looking at me again.
“What are you doing now?”
“Isn’t this what you want, Tyler? You aren’t going to leave me alone until you get exactly what you’re after, right?” she says. “Me drunk and in your bed. I dared to toy with the rich playboy, so now I need to put out.”
She reaches for the bottle again, but this time I stop her. This game changed in a way I don’t want it to. She’s playing the victim. I don’t force women.
“This is absurd. Knock it off.”
“Why? You want me, right? So let’s get it over with,” she says as she leans against me.
“As much as I want you in my bed, I’m not taking advantage of you.” She turns quickly, suddenly straddling my lap and pressing down against the part of me that’s throbbing in agony. Honor. Why in the hell do I have to feel it? This is what both of us want — need. But instead of kissing her as my lower brain tells me to, I stand with her in my arms.
“What’s the matter, Tyler? Are you not man enough to go for it now that I’m offering?”
“We can’t do this.” I can barely speak through my frustration.
“Are you not turned on when a woman is forward?” she taunts, acting perfectly content to lie against my chest as I hold her close to my body.
I grab her chin and make sure she’s focused on me. “This isn’t a game,” I say before leaning in and kissing her roughly to get my point across. “I want you and I’ll have you. But not at this moment. It will happen when you won’t be able to blame alcohol the morning after.”
