Natalie's eyes are lit with fire as well.
"I'm going to show you what I mean by fucking, babe," I say to her, nipping her on the neck. "It'll make you forget those sex toys you make ever existed."
She smiles at me. I can sense the wickedness behind her eyes. The licentiousness. She's nasty. She's dirty. And she's all mine.
"Once I get investments from you or Drake, then I'll make a sex toy and name it the Sloane," she whispers to me.
Whoa.
It's like she threw some cold water on me.
Back the fuck up.
"Drake?" I ask her. "I thought I was going to invest in your company?" I ask.
She looks at me. Curious.
"Did we talk about that?" she asks. "Did we finalize that it's just you?" she asks.
Well, no, we didn't.
"No," I reply to her and she looks at me. The lust is fogging my brain but I need to figure this out. "I just assumed that when she spent the night with me that..."
Natalie doesn't let me finish.
"You thought because I slept with you I made a decision as to which way to go for financing?" she asks me, arching her eyebrows and pulling back a bit. "That I was mixing business and pleasure."
"Drake told you not to come over to see me last night, Natalie," I tell her. "You disobeyed him. You came to see me. Because you wanted me."
"And I still do, Sloane," Natalie tells me and I'm about to make my point but she keeps going on. "But it doesn't mean that I've made my decision on capital financing because I liked spending time with your cock."
What exactly is this woman telling me?
Because if what I'm hearing is right, then I'm still back at square fucking one.
"Are you telling me that you still might accept investment in Dirty Lil' Angels from Drake Carlton?" I ask her, my voice rising slightly. "That you might still fuck that monster?"
Natalie is silent as she looks at me.
"My company financing is going to be done based on what's best for my company, Sloane," she tells me quietly. "Not what services my pussy the best."
I'm silent.
"And what I do with Drake right now, and who I fuck," she says, putting emphasis on the word 'fuck'. "Is none of your business if I don't want to tell you. Not when we just met."
"You can't fuck him," I tell her, my eyes steely.
"You don't own me, Sloane," she says to me.
She's pulled back. Other side of the bed. I'm still holding her, but we're not about to fuck like we were before.
"No one owns me," she says with finality.
And that's it. I can see it in her eyes.
When Drake told her she couldn't come see me, what did she do? She fucking came to see me.
If I press this too far with her, I'm just going to drive her back to him.