Do I even want to know what the stakes were in their little game?
“A massage, which always leads to sex with my little kitten,” Dante says. “Seems like a win-win situation.”
That was more information that I needed. “Right.” I run a hand through my hair and glance at the door. A few more ladies enter the bar and join the girls, grabbing drinks.
They look just as young as the other ladies. They're all wearing fuck-me pumps or boots laced up to their knees. I shouldn’t be turned on right now.
I hate myself.
I can’t take it anymore. Being here makes me want to go home.
It takes everything in my power not to text her, call her, demand that she obey every instruction that I give her as her employer.
“I want Paige.” The words come out as a growl. I’m a lion on the hunt, and the only meal that will satisfy me isher.
“I know.”
He doesn’t know.
Dante has no idea the attraction, desire, and pent-up frustration that tears at my insides.
I stand, ready to go and drop cash on the table for a tip. Dante gets the hint and escorts me outside to his car.
There’s no knowing without a doubt that she wants me in return. I suspect that she does, that she’s drawn to me the same as I am to her, but her desire to be around me could be strictly because of my daughter.
For all I know, tonight, when I slammed the door in her face, she wanted to talk about Nova.
She probably didn’t want to talk about her attraction to me.
Well, fuck.
Fuck her.
She’s going to talk.
I’ll make her tell me everything.
Her desires. Her fantasies. The last time she touched herself. I want to know all of it, and I’ll demand she tell me every dirty detail.