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Max shakes his head and looks at me. “She’s never seen me as anything but a good friend.” His tone is a bit sad. His eyes narrow slightly and he stares hard at me. “She’s never looked at me the way she does you.”
He pauses long enough to take a sip of his drink then pins me with his gaze again. “Don’t string her along,” he warns, and I bristle a bit at the warning. “It will break her heart.”
I don’t think I have the power to do that, but I nod and turn my attention back to the women on the dance floor. Throughout the rest of the night, I watch Kylie dancing and having a great time. She and Stella come up to the lounge for a few minutes and a couple drinks, then return to dancing.
I have to get over this obsession with her, but how? And will I be able to? She has a hold on me unlike any woman I’ve ever known, and I don’t know what to do about it.
Just before the club closes for the night, we leave. I order a car to take Stella and Max back to New Jersey, then drive Kylie back to the penthouse. She’s a bit intoxicated, I can’t help but notice, and I grin a little when she leans her head on my shoulder and sighs.
“You know, tonight was nice,” she tells me, before leaning towards the window, her eyes looking up at the sky as I drive through the city. “I like it when you’re nice.”
I find myself speechless at her words. I have been hard on her, that’s nothing new.
By the time we get to the apartment, she’s staring at her phone. Scrolling through reading god-knows-what. “We’re here.”
She looks up at me, the drowsiness clear in her face as she pushes her phone back into her purse.
Getting out of the car, I go to the passenger’s side and open the door. Kylie slowly climbs to her feet, a bit unsteady as a soft giggle escapes her lips. “Sorry, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I reply, taking her arm so as to steady her. “Let’s get you inside, though.”
It takes longer than it should to get her from the parking garage up to the apartment. The entire way I can tell she is trying to keep her composure, but is failing miserably at it. Her steps are uneven, her movements a bit wobbly. I never pictured myself having to take care of a drunken Kylie but, here we are.
She stumbles the moment we enter the apartment, and I have to catch her quickly before she falls. At least she isn’t entirely wasted, her words aren’t slurred or anything. I’m mainly cursing the extra tall high heels she’s wearing that should never be worn when someone is drinking.
“Are you used to walking in these damn things?” I ask her, watching as she uses me to brace herself while she kicks them off just inside the doorway.
“No,” she giggles. “Well, I mean I do every now and again, but I don’t like them. I prefer being barefoot and covered in paint.”
Now that is an image I’ll never be able to get out of my head. Though, in my mind—she’s naked.
When we reach her room, she pushes away from me. Her hands go to the hem of her dress as she begins to pull it up and over her head. My eyes go slightly wide as I realize what she’s doing. She has seemingly forgotten I’m still in the room.
Every part of me knows that I should go, but I can’t take my eyes off her. From the beautiful curves of her hips to the slender dip of her waist… not to mention the swell of her breasts beneath the lace of her bra, I’m captivated.
She turns to face me, her green eyes putting me in a trance I’m not prepared for.
“I think I should go.”
A small smile plays to the corner of her lips as she slowly walks towards me. “Are you sure?”
God, this woman.My cock throbs within the confines of my pants as she lays a hand on my chest, slowly glancing up at me from under thick dark lashes.
“As much as I would love to stay, you’re not thinking straight.”
“You don’t know what I’m thinking,” she murmurs, playing with the buttons on my shirt. “Stay with me.”
Taking a moment, I clench my fists at my side, contemplating the situation. She wants me, or at least the little more intoxicated version of her does. I have dreamed of having her beneath me. Bound and gagged like a good girl accepting the torture I can bring her.
But this moment isn't what I pictured. I want her to actually remember when I finally take her.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Kylie.”
She gives a half laugh, her hand trailing down my chest towards my belt. “I think I do.”
Without a second thought, I grab her, pushing her towards the bed as I watch her gorgeous figure bouncing slightly on the mattress with a giggle. I stalk towards her before slowly leaning over her, brushing my lips gently against the side of her cheek.
“You want me to make you feel good?”
