you wander
onto that stage, in that sexy little costume of yours, I wanted
you.” He leaned across the table toward me and his gaze intensified
with determination. The tenor of his voice lowered and I
instinctively leaned closer to listen. “And Charlotte, I will have
you. I will have you in my bed, writhing beneath me, begging me to
fuck you harder and you will scream my name over and over until
your voice is hoarse.”
Flinching, I hissed in indignation, “You’re
one arrogant, cocky man, Mr. Knight. What makes you think I’d sleep
with you?” But his words had my thighs pressing together in a
veiled attempt to stem the unsolicited heat my body felt from his
words.
God—what was up with
me? My brain was offended while my body
practically hummed aloud with desire.
Scoffing, I folded my arms across my chest.
“Other women may be impressed by your designer suits, private
planes, expensive cars, and wealth—you’re probably some obscenely
rich millionaire—but I can assure you, I’m not one of them.”
His only response was to smirk
unrepentantly. It appeared the magnanimous man who had so
generously helped me earlier that evening was gone, replaced by the
conceited jerk I met two nights ago.
“ I thought you said there
weren’t strings attached to your offer of help.”
“ We back to this again? As
I’ve already explained—my offer to assist is without obligations.
Something you should know about me is that I detest being questioned
repetitively regarding my actions, and I don’t tolerate being
called a liar.” Each word was clipped through clenched teeth as
fury blanketed his features.
Contritely, I bit my lip and looked anywhere
but at him. Twice in so many hours, I had ungraciously thrown his
generosity back in his face. “I’m sorry. I apologize…again.”
When his glower turned to skepticism, I
attempted to explain my thoughts. “It’s just that I find you very
confusing. One moment you’re this presumptuous jerk—” I hesitated
for a moment when I noticed his scowl morph into a glare.
“ And…well, the next
minute, you’re this literal knight in shining armor coming to my
rescue. Then as soon as I let my guard down, you’re back to being a
jerk with the…,” I paused to use air quotes with my fingers, “the whole ‘I’m going to
fuck you’ thing.”
He tilted his head to the side and studied
me for a moment as his gaze roamed over my face. “Hmm, I see. Then
allow me to make myself perfectly clear, Charlotte. I’m attracted
to you. Now, whether you choose to admit it to yourself or not,
you’re equally attracted to me.”
When I started to balk at his words, he held
up a finger to stop me. “You have two choices here. You can be
naïve, denying yourself the pleasure on acting on those feelings,
or we can, as two mutually consenting adults, enjoy a few
passion-filled nights together. Either way, the choice will always
remain yours.”
Huh…yeah, right—like I
have an alternative! I thought, but didn’t
voice.
As he rose from his chair, Roman held his
hand out toward me. “Come, it’s getting late and you have an early
morning appointment at the embassy tomorrow.”
Reluctantly, I placed my hand in his much
larger one. The contact sparked a current of electricity to zing up
along my arm. Oh hell—the guy was right: I was illogically and
irrationally attracted to him. Unbidden, the image of me naked,
wanton beneath Roman as he lavished my breasts with the heat of his
mouth caused a shiver to rack my body.
“ Cold?” he asked and I
shook my head. His silent answering smirk made me wonder whether he
could read my thoughts.
Pulling his phone from the back pocket of
his pants with his free hand, he pressed a button. “Miss Gilmore
and I are ready,” he said curtly, and then pocketed his cell.
“ Who was that?” I asked,
as Roman held the door to the restaurant open for me.
“ Seth.” He gestured to the
curb with a nod. My gaze swung to the road where I saw
onto that stage, in that sexy little costume of yours, I wanted
you.” He leaned across the table toward me and his gaze intensified
with determination. The tenor of his voice lowered and I
instinctively leaned closer to listen. “And Charlotte, I will have
you. I will have you in my bed, writhing beneath me, begging me to
fuck you harder and you will scream my name over and over until
your voice is hoarse.”
Flinching, I hissed in indignation, “You’re
one arrogant, cocky man, Mr. Knight. What makes you think I’d sleep
with you?” But his words had my thighs pressing together in a
veiled attempt to stem the unsolicited heat my body felt from his
words.
God—what was up with
me? My brain was offended while my body
practically hummed aloud with desire.
Scoffing, I folded my arms across my chest.
“Other women may be impressed by your designer suits, private
planes, expensive cars, and wealth—you’re probably some obscenely
rich millionaire—but I can assure you, I’m not one of them.”
His only response was to smirk
unrepentantly. It appeared the magnanimous man who had so
generously helped me earlier that evening was gone, replaced by the
conceited jerk I met two nights ago.
“ I thought you said there
weren’t strings attached to your offer of help.”
“ We back to this again? As
I’ve already explained—my offer to assist is without obligations.
Something you should know about me is that I detest being questioned
repetitively regarding my actions, and I don’t tolerate being
called a liar.” Each word was clipped through clenched teeth as
fury blanketed his features.
Contritely, I bit my lip and looked anywhere
but at him. Twice in so many hours, I had ungraciously thrown his
generosity back in his face. “I’m sorry. I apologize…again.”
When his glower turned to skepticism, I
attempted to explain my thoughts. “It’s just that I find you very
confusing. One moment you’re this presumptuous jerk—” I hesitated
for a moment when I noticed his scowl morph into a glare.
“ And…well, the next
minute, you’re this literal knight in shining armor coming to my
rescue. Then as soon as I let my guard down, you’re back to being a
jerk with the…,” I paused to use air quotes with my fingers, “the whole ‘I’m going to
fuck you’ thing.”
He tilted his head to the side and studied
me for a moment as his gaze roamed over my face. “Hmm, I see. Then
allow me to make myself perfectly clear, Charlotte. I’m attracted
to you. Now, whether you choose to admit it to yourself or not,
you’re equally attracted to me.”
When I started to balk at his words, he held
up a finger to stop me. “You have two choices here. You can be
naïve, denying yourself the pleasure on acting on those feelings,
or we can, as two mutually consenting adults, enjoy a few
passion-filled nights together. Either way, the choice will always
remain yours.”
Huh…yeah, right—like I
have an alternative! I thought, but didn’t
voice.
As he rose from his chair, Roman held his
hand out toward me. “Come, it’s getting late and you have an early
morning appointment at the embassy tomorrow.”
Reluctantly, I placed my hand in his much
larger one. The contact sparked a current of electricity to zing up
along my arm. Oh hell—the guy was right: I was illogically and
irrationally attracted to him. Unbidden, the image of me naked,
wanton beneath Roman as he lavished my breasts with the heat of his
mouth caused a shiver to rack my body.
“ Cold?” he asked and I
shook my head. His silent answering smirk made me wonder whether he
could read my thoughts.
Pulling his phone from the back pocket of
his pants with his free hand, he pressed a button. “Miss Gilmore
and I are ready,” he said curtly, and then pocketed his cell.
“ Who was that?” I asked,
as Roman held the door to the restaurant open for me.
“ Seth.” He gestured to the
curb with a nod. My gaze swung to the road where I saw
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