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I never had to work to get a woman interested—they already were by the time I spoke to them. It took no more than a few words, an easy exchange of a couple of sentences, and she was mine for the night.
But this one? This one didn’t appear interested at all. She wanted to dance. She wanted … nothing from me.
“You’re telling me no?” I clarified.
“I’m just not saying yes.”
Wasn’t that the same thing? Or maybe she couldn’t tell me no because it wasn’t her stage and this wasn’t her club.
I mashed my lips together, thinking of my next strategy. I didn’t care how much extra charisma I had to lay on; I was tasting her tonight. “How do I get you down?”
“You don’t.” Her arms lifted, her hips bucking as the bass thumped. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
Or that I was still standing here.
Or that everything she’d said only made me want her more.
I ran my knuckles across the rung, wishing the smoothness I was feeling were her skin. “What you’re telling me is that I’m just going to have to enjoy you from down here, huh?”
“That’s not any different from what you’ve been doing since you arrived at my stage or from the VIP lounge, according to what you said.”
Maybe I was reading the situation all wrong. Maybe what she was really doing was playing hard to get.
That I could conquer.
“And you’re okay with that?” I pushed.
“Hey”—her palms flattened against the air, like she was under arrest—“I can’t tell you what to look at or what not to look at. If I’m the show you want to watch, then get your stare on, but”—her eyes dropped down my body as though she was taking me in for the first time—“just remember, you can look all you want, but you can’t touch.” Her finger rose and slid across the air, like a windshield wiper.
The thought of touching sent my hard-on straight to the waist of my fucking jeans.
“I wouldn’t dare.”
She gave me a quick smile. “We have an understanding, then.”
That smile was life. It was fucking breath.
And now, I needed to play up the hard-to-get angle and see if that was what I was really facing here.
I took a drink of my vodka, holding it in my mouth, swishing it around my tongue before I swallowed. “Unless you asked me to touch you.” I focused on her eyes, seeing if they changed. “Kiss you.”
She whipped her hair across her face, hiding her eyes and expression. “If I wanted those things, I’d ask for them.” She waited a beat and said, “Do you hear me asking?”
She could have told me to fuck off. She could have called security.
Her response told me she wanted to play.
Normally, patience wasn’t something I ever had, nor did it need to even enter the scene. But this scenario was nothing like the others in the past.
She was nothing like the others.
“You will.” I crossed an arm over my chest. “And if I have to, I’ll wait all night to hear it.”
“Ah, you’re the relentless type.”
“And you are?”
