“What are you doing?” Her voice is a scratchy whisper.
“Didn’t you already ask me that?” Quick as lightning, I slip an arm around her waist, pulling her into me. She gasps, her fingers curling around the lapels of my jacket. “Fuck, you feel good.”
Even better than I imagined.
“You’re drunk.”
“You said that already, too.” I’m about to lean in and sniff her neck again when she somehow wrenches herself completely out of my arms, darting halfway across the room in a matter of seconds.
Disappointment floods me and I shake it off. She doesn’t feel the same. She treats me like I might give her a terrible disease and she wants nothing to do with me.
Fuck.
“I won’t let you seduce me while you’re intoxicated.” She wraps her arms around herself as if she’s trying to ward me off.
“Who said anything aboutlettingme seduce you?” I raise my brows.
Her disgusted glare is hot on my skin. “Never going to happen.”
I start toward her. “You really think you have a choice in the matter?”
Charlotte frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Me seducing you. As if you have a choice.” I keep walking while she remains frozen in place.
“I won’t succumb so easily to your charms.” Her tone is snotty. Her expression arrogant.
Damn, this woman.
Her resistance is arousing, but she needs to know her place.
A scowl forms on my face—I can actually feel it.
Shit. I’m thinking like my brother.
I stop within a few feet from my fiancée, my smile slow as I contemplate her. “You almost did just now.”
Without waiting for her reply, I stroll out of her bedroom, whistling the entire way, pleased with myself.
Pleased even more with her reaction.
***
Charlotte doesn’t comeout of her bedroom for at least an hour. Just enough time for me to unpack my stuff in the equally large bedroom across the hall from hers and take a quick shower. I’m headed to the kitchen to figure out what to eat when I run into an older gentleman wearing a black suit, Doja Cat in his arms.
I stop short. “Hey.”
The man actually bows. “Good evening, Mr. Constantine.”
I frown. “Good evening, uh…”
“Jasper,” he supplies for me.
“Right.” I nod. He nods in return.
Doja meows.
“And you are…?” I incline my head.