se, quickly regaining my composure.
Emilia cocks her head to the side, jutting a hip out and resting a slender hand on it as she stares at me through narrowed eyes.
“I know your type. Not interested.”
Ouch.
“Baby, you know nothing about me.” My smile hasn’t faltered, but what the fuck. I can’t remember the last time a woman was so vocally uninterested.
“I know enough.”
Her eyes trail slowly up and down my body, and there’s no hiding the fact that she’s got me rock-hard and ready to go. And why should I bother hiding it? I know what I’m packing, and I’m fucking proud of it.
It doesn’t escape me when her gaze lingers a bit too long, her pink little tongue darting out to lick her lips.
I want to fucking groan out load at how crazy she’s making me. And this hard-to-get act? Fuck me, because it’s working.
“Tell me,” I say, taking a step closer to her, “what exactly you know.”
I can tell she wants to back away, that me closing the distance between us is making her waver, but she stands her ground, tilting her chin up to pin me with those crystalline eyes.
“You’re an executive.” She purses her lips. “Wall Street, maybe? You work too much. But you make up for it by playing just as hard.”
I smile. Maybe it’s the Armani suit, but so far, she’s right on the money.
“You also aren’t used to being told no.” It’s her turn to smile now, cool and disdainful.
“Nothing wrong with that,” I say, spreading my arms wide, grinning like a fucking fool now because this girl has me pegged. “I know what I want, and I go after it.”
She regards me for a moment, then takes a step toward me, bringing us close enough that all I’d have to do is shift my weight and our bodies would be flush against each other.
“So what do you want…Evan?”
The way she says my name, low, slow, and fuck-me-now levels of sexy, has my cock twitching, begging to be set free and to claim this woman as my own.
I reach up and take a strand of her silky blonde hair and twirl it around my finger before giving it a little tug.
“I want to push you up against that wall over there. I want to reach up under this tiny excuse for a dress and feel how fucking wet you are for me. Then I want to rip your lacy thong right off you and stuff it in your mouth while I make you come all over my fingers. Then I want to make you come all over my face.”
Her mouth drops open, and she blinks rapidly, like she can’t believe what I just said.
“What’s the matter, baby? Never had a man talk dirty to you before?”
She bites her lip, then gives herself a little shake before smirking up at me. Then with a toss of her hair, she spins on her heel again and walks toward the door, her hips swaying in a way that makes me want to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk straight for days.
With one last glance over her shoulder, she calls back to me, “Maybe next time.”
Three
Emilia
What the hell was that? Dude is, like, intense.
Those eyes. I’m still trying to figure out if Evan’s some kind of vampire or some shit, compelling me to do his will.
And you know what? If he is, sign me up. Take a fucking bite out of me. Please.
But not tonight.