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"If you want, I'll do it."
Irritated, she tilted her head. "What?"
Slowly, I leaned forward without breaking eye contact. I could feel the sparks flying between us.
"You think it's wasteful not to use the dress, don't you? I'm going to fuck you. With this dress on. On my conditions. If that's what you want." And she didn't misunderstand a single word I said.
A fine blush spread across her cheeks. It wasn't from her makeup. Her breasts rose and fell in short intervals.
"You'd sleep with me?"
Actually, I would do a lot more than that, but it was bad enough that I was undermining myself in this way, so I just gave a nod.
It was a stupid offer. Based on the situation. Her testimony. The dirty secret she was hiding that I knew all too well. Yesterday, I had reminded myself that I would remain a spectator. Today, I sat across from her and offered to disappear under her skirts.
"The dress is a must?"
"It's all about that dress." At least I left out that the woman who wore it had to be Audrey, and that made me want to get to the bottom of her other secrets.
Alexander had his chance. He had gambled it away, or sacrificed it voluntarily, or whatever it was that had made him not want to marry her anymore. Had he not known that there were men out there waiting for this moment? Not that I had been one of them until now, because I had no idea that I would ever sink to that level... but now?
"Okay. But if you think I'm just going to spread my legs for you..." The sassy undertone in her voice sent me straight to another realm. It reminded me of her streams, how she did exactly what she wanted instead of making sure she had viewers who paid for her time. That touch of selfishness was as sexy as the fact that she knew exactly what she wanted.
"Don't make the mistake of confusing me with your ex-fiancé,'alopeke. When you open your legs for me, you'll do it willingly, with blood boiling in your veins and desire in your guts. Looks like he wasn't planning on fucking you in that dress anyway. Too bad for him. Lucky for me, because I'd love to do it. And I can guarantee you won't doubt for a second how fucking hot you look while doing it." The bartender gave me a shocked look, which I acknowledged with a thin smile.
I liked Audrey's slightly open mouth much better.
I casually pulled my wallet out of my pocket and slid it across the counter to the bartender. "The bar is closed as of now. Everyone else is leaving. Including you," I ordered. He started to protest. But after one look at my black credit card, he fell silent and disappeared.
My attention immediately returned to Audrey. She shook her head. "I'm still processing those words coming out of your mouth."
I looked at her with a smirk. Sentences like that usually left her mouth.
Within a few minutes, all the patrons had disappeared from the bar. We watched in silence as they walked out one by one. Some confused, others angry. The majority had looked as if they didn't really care. Finally, the bartender came back, handed me my wallet and gave me a warning look.
"If I find the interior trashed or get a call from the police... I not only know your name, but I know where you live and work, and finding out where you hang out shouldn't be a problem either." Of course it wasn't. I worked for the largest bank on the island, dealing in the stock market and the real estate market. If that wasn't enough to assure him that nothing was going to happen here to get us all in trouble, then I couldn't help him.
"Don't worry. I know how to behave."
"And your friend here, too?" He gave her an ostentatious look of disdain. Maybe it was the wedding dress, maybe it was the inner peace she had or that I wasn't the groom to go with it, but something made her seem unreliable in his eyes. Something I had never expected to see in Audrey.
"My friend is not your problem," I assured him, turning away after putting my wallet back in my back pocket.
He went to the door. He placed a key on the table in the foyer. "When you leave, you lock the door behind you, understand? And throw the key in the mailbox afterward."
"Are you going to explain how to turn the key in the lock, or...?"
He shook his head and left the bar. Money was a persuasive argument, it seemed.
As soon as the door slammed behind him, Audrey turned to me. "Was that really necessary?"
"The sarcasm?"
"Throwing out all the guests."
"Call it a security measure. We won't be overheard, no one will gossip, no photos will show up anywhere..."
If anyone heard that she had spent time with me, and on the day of her failed wedding, no matter how innocent it had seemed at first, it would only lead to unnecessary problems.
