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His eyes widened. “Nope. But I’ll watch you smoke it.”
I grunted.Suit yourself, I thought.
We stood there in the frigid darkness. He gazed across the street as if he were trying to think of something to say. I decided to help him out. Sometimes I liked to let people wallow in their own awkwardness, but there was something about this man that made me want to smooth things out for him. It was probably witchcraft. He’d put some kind of spell on me, but I was helpless to fight it.
“You been here before?”
“To Molly’s?” he said. “Yeah.”
“Huh. I haven’t seen you.” I took in his strong features and eyebrow piercing again, his mop of black hair. No, I’d have remembered him.
“Normally I’m…with someone. And we just…you know, go straight to the back.”
Ah. So he didn’t hang out with the rabble, just took his squeeze straight to the Bordello. I wondered what exactly they got up to there. Was this man a top or a bottom? Did he order his partner around or did he submit for another, even more commanding, presence?
“Where’s your someone tonight?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Well, I… I decided to spend some time in the gaming parlor for a change. Drown my sorrows.” He smiled.
Not so sorrowful, then.
I raised my eyebrows and summoned a sympathetic expression, even though I felt anything but upset about it. “Oh no. Did your someone break up with you?”
He laughed and shook his head. “No, no. I have a lot of different someones. New one every week, usually. Only I couldn’t find anyone, ah, convenient, tonight. It…doesn’t happen often.”
I looked him over. “I’m sure it doesn’t.” I could tell that this man had his pick of casual partners, which was a bit of a bummer, to be honest. I wondered why he was still talking to me out here in the cold.
He cleared his throat, and his gaze drifted from my feet in the brown leather shoes, up over the white bloomers with their frills and the corset with the chemise puffing above it. It wasn’t gaping suggestively—I’d pulled the edges closed while I was outside—but my coat was open, so he could see what I looked like.
Ah. He likes the outfit. Maybe he liked the way it looked on me. Or he was only bored and wasting time.
“Would you be interested…?” He raised his eyebrows and licked his lips.
“Oh, I’m interested,” I said, my gaze locking onto his. “But it’s against the rules.” I flicked the ash from my cigarette and smiled in apology. “I’m kind of on duty.”
“Oh.” He seemed genuinely disappointed. “Can I at least have a puff on your cigarette?”
Some folks sounded incredibly entitled and rude when they asked that. This man, though, channeled his desire for something so pedestrian as a shared puff into something else entirely, and I was helpless to resist.
I smiled, even though I felt out of my depth. He was annoyingly charming. I think I disliked him a little because he was pushing all of my buttons—the good ones—and had already declared himself a profligate man-whore, which I didn’t hold against him at all, but it wasn’t something I was looking for. Or…was it?
Watching him, as he stood there in the cold and dark, all fine and gorgeous and…interesting, I thought maybe it was. If all I could have of this man was a night of passion and careless intimacy, maybe that was okay.
But it couldn’t be tonight.
Chapter Three
Games
I passed it over.
He took the cigarette from me with his slender fingers and placed the part that would have had my lipstick on it if I’d not been late to work—dammit—to his own. He held my gaze as he drew the smoke into his lungs, the tip glowing red, and let it out in soft puffs.
My dick got hard in my panties.
“I’m wearing panties,” I blurted. I don’t really know why. It just came out.
He choked on what was left of the smoke and waved a hand to disperse the hazy clouds between us.
