“Same as you.”
“And what’s that?”
“Leaving.”
“You didn’t seem in any rush a minute ago.”
“That’s because you hadn’t left yet.”
I step inside the elevator. “Goodnight, Sebastián.”
He follows. “You’re coming home with me.”
“Why would I do that?” I snap.
“Because, unlike you, I have no qualms about fucking in my own apartment.”
“I don’t fuck men I work with.”
“According to you, we don’t work together.”
Turning to Sebastián in frustration, I find that his eyes are already on me. Maybe they’ve been the entire time. “I was trying to be polite, but you’re making it impossible. I’m not interested. Is that enough of a reason for you?”
A smile plays with his lips. “It would be … if it were true.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“Frankly, yes. Although the only person you’re lying to is yourself.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” The doors open, and Sebastián makes a sweeping gesture with his arm. “After you.”
I step out of the elevator, my heels tapping sharply on the marble floor. I’m so distr
acted that I don’t realize we’re not in the lobby until the doors close behind me.
I spin on him. “You live here, in the building?”
Sebastián’s lips twist in a wolfish grin and I sense something untamed deep within him. A feral predator lurking just beneath the veneer of private school privilege and custom-tailored clothes. “Convenient, isn’t it?”
But if Sebastián is a predator, then I am his prey.
And that is not true. I am a hunter, the same as him.
Except that, for the first time in my life, temptation is turning my blood toxic.
A steady drumbeat of it thrums within my chest. I want to call Sebastián's bluff. I want to feel his long, tapered fingers slide across my skin, taste his kisses on my lips.
I want to feel the weight of his body on top of my own, the thickness of his cock filling the aching emptiness inside of me.
Just then, my phone vibrates with an incoming text and I automatically reach inside my purse to retrieve it.
Aislinn: Baby King is here! Too exhausted and happy to type. Come visit us tomorrow. xo
I look up at Sebastián with a grin stretched across my face. “I’m an aunt,” I say, my voice a breathy admission of wonder.
“Congratulations.” He inclines his head toward the elevator. “Still want to go home alone?”