“Who is he?” Max demanded, even though in his own ears he sounded like a prime jackass.
She locked eyes with him in the mirror but didn’t turn to him. “How is that any of your business?”
“Well, then, why are you meeting him here? In my bar? Surelythat’smy business….”
She shrugged. “His sister told him about the bar and he wanted to come here to try the drinks.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
Softened her voice, she said, “Honey, I don’t care what you believe. I don’t take kindly to caveman tactics—”
“How do you expect me to react when you walk in here looking likethat,”he waved at her beautifully turned-out look, “flaunting yourself in front of this guy?”
After giving herself a scrutinizing look in the mirror, she put her lipstick away, then gently touched his cheek. “Max, the only thing Iflauntis this booty on club night. And when I do so, I do it forme, not any man.”
Her flippant dismissal pushed him over the edge. The next thing he knew, he was lifting her off her feet, spinning her around to face the wall, and setting her down again, so her magnificent, plump rear was his to admire. “Well, then, the next time youflauntit, I want you to remember the guy who did this to you.”
Boldly, he slid his hand up her short dress, slipping it between her thighs, feeling the crotch of her panties under his fingers. With the other hand, he braced her firmly against the wall. The questing fingers found their target, pulling aside the crotch of her panties and gaining access. Almost immediately, they were greeted with warmth and wetness, and he chuckled cruelly.
Instead of doing anything further, he let his hand rest there, feeling her warmth rise, feeling her squirm, as he pressed his lips against her skin in a series of hot, angry kisses. Then he let his teeth graze the nape of her neck, feeling the swoop of her silky hair—and bit her.
She screamed, slapping her hand against her mouth to silence herself. He felt her press against him, thighs clamping onto his wrist as she sought release.
Max stepped back. Stepped away and turned to the sink, calmly washing his hands and then carefully drying them on a paper towel. Even though his heart was thudding, he schooled himself to keep on playing it cool.
All he heard was a yowl of frustration, and then the door opened and slammed shut. He smiled grimly, trying to convince himself that his victory was not a hollow one. His arousal was so evident that he had to wait a couple of minutes before he could leave the bathroom with any dignity.
Immediately, he looked towards the booth and noticed that Sienna and her companion were gone. Probably to finish what Max had started, he thought sourly.
But why would any of that matter?