Her hazel eyes roam over my now see-through dress shirt and she hums. “Well, hello.”
“Watch where you’re going,” I snap.
The flush on her fair cheeks darkens. “Excuse me? You ran into me.”
I bark out a deep laugh. “Right, because you were headed toward the men’s bathroom to do what exactly?”
It’s the only door left down this hallway. She’s too drunk to even know which way she was supposed to be going.
“No, I was…looking for a quiet corner…to make a call,” she says, her voice lacking the confidence to convince me her words are the truth.
“Right. Well, thanks for ruining my suit.” Then, I rake my eyes over her simple green sweater, light jeans with holes in them that are supposed to be fashionable, and back up to her face before shaking my head.
The action isn’t necessary, but I’m already annoyed, and she only made things worse by running into me.
I try to brush past her, but she grabs on to my arm, then gestures up and down my body with her other hand. There’s fire in her hazel eyes, and her jaw tightens while she stares daggers in my direction.
“Just because you’re a rich prick, that doesn’t give you the right to look down on me.”
I move forward, stepping closer until our faces are only inches apart. “You don’t know anything about me.”
Her chest expands, and she squares her soft shoulders. “Your five-thousand-dollar suit tells me enough.”
“Trytenthousand,” I goad for no good reason.
Damn, she smells like strawberries and honey.
She shoves me back, sobering by the seconds that I continue to piss her off. “Go back to Madison Park and eat a dick.” She turns, then mutters, “And to think I wanted to take him home.”
I know she’s talking to herself, but I don’t miss the disappointment in her quiet tone.
I reach for her wrist and spin her back around. I don’t know what I’m doing. I shouldn’t touch her. I should let her walk away, but fuck, I suddenly don’t want to. Another thing I can blame on the jet lag. Later.
She sucks in a breath, and I pin her against the wall. “How aboutItakeyouhome?”
Instead of answering me, she grabs the sides of my face roughly and jerks my head down. Her tongue demands entry into my mouth, and my already-hardening dick stiffens to full mast while she searches every corner of my mouth.
I press my hips against her, and the moan that slips from her mouth is fuel to the sudden inferno inside my body.
My hands tangle with hers, and I drag her from the dark hallway. Unless she has any objections to getting in my car, then I’m about to fuck the snark right out of this fiery woman.