I reach for her waist. “Let me take you to dinner.”
She shakes her head, stepping back to slip out of my grip. “I’ll let you get dressed.” She escapes from the room before I can protest.
“I’m taking you to dinner,” I call through the door.
Sophie Palazzo might think she can resist me. She might try. But I’m the kinda guy who loves a challenge.
And I intend to make her mine.
I’m the kind of guy who likes to conquer.
And Sophie Palazzo is definitely my next conquest.
ChapterTwo
Sophie
My heart thunders as I skitter down the hall to the reception area. What did I just do?
I can’t blame Joey for any of it. I definitely poked the bear.
And I got what I wanted. My body is loose and warm, the sensation of pleasure and well-being flowing through me from the endorphins.
But now I need to shut this thing down immediately.
Forever.
I can’t go to dinner with Joey. I can’t date him. I definitely can’t have sex with him again.
I don’t know what came over me. I must’ve been drugged by his sheer virility. The sight of his naked body. The feel of those firm muscles under my hands. The knowledge that I’d given him a stiffy.
He warned me what would happen if I kept up with my cocktease, and I purposely went on.
Of course, I loved the result. I’ve never had sex like that before. Never in my life. My body is sore and satisfied. Relaxed from the orgasms.
Joey is the opposite of the guys I usually date. The yoga dudes with man-buns. Vegetarian pacifists. School teachers.
Joey is the definition of toxic masculinity.
I guess it stands to reason I’d be attracted to a man like him. He’s like my father. An alpha male who rules his world with violence and domination.
Attractive from a distance but not what I want in my life.
I hear the door open, his heavy footsteps coming down the hall. My heart beats faster as I try to figure out what I’m going to say to him. I have no excuse to offer for my behavior.
No explanation for why I essentially molested him back there until he turned the tables and gave it back to me in spades. No reason why I don’t want to repeat any of this.
I glance out the window, and all thoughts of my Joey dilemma fall away when I see a tow truck backing up to my eight-year-old Honda Civic.Shit.
“Wait!” I throw open the door and dash out. I knew I was behind on my car payments. I’d actually been avoiding parking near my townhouse, so it wouldn’t get repossessed. I don’t know why I didn’t think they’d find me at work.
The tow truck driver gets out and attaches the hook under the frame of my car.
“Hang on! Please. I’m going to make my payment today.”
“Sorry. Just doing my job.” He refuses to even look my way.
“Wait—please? Can’t you just say you couldn’t find it? I swear I will catch up on my payments.”