He removed his jacket. “A drink?”
“Sure.”
“Champagne?”
I nodded. I wanted the full treatment. Expensive bubbly tingling on my tongue. Him ripping my clothes with his teeth. His hot breath on my clit. Us having hungry sex with his dick burning orgasms through me.
He peered into the fridge. “Damn.” He reached for the phone. “Forgot to remind the maid to stock the fridge. Easily rectified.” He dialled before I could say I didn’t mind what we had.
“Mindy. Yes, I’m good. Could you bring up some Moet? One minute…” He covered the phone. “Moet okay?”
I rolled my eyes and, with a posh accent, said, “Oh, it will have to do, I guess.”
He ended the call and pounced on me. A knock came at the door just as his fingers were hooking into my panties, making me forget to breathe.
He opened the door to a gorgeous blonde girl. She sashayed in, wearing a short skirt and a fitted white shirt.
“Ethan, when did you return?” She sounded very familiar.
“Today.” He pointed. “Just put it here.” He lifted the bottles off the trolley.
“Oh, you’re planning on a big one? Do you need someone to help you finish those? My shift ends soon.”
She mustn’t have seen me, but I could see her in the mirror. My instincts were to show myself, but for some reason, I remained in hiding. I think I wanted to hear his response.
“No. I’m good.”
“Oh… you can’t drink alone. You didn’t the other night.”
What? The other night? Was this after us or before?
Us?
“Mindy. Not now.”
She pouted and sashayed off.
After she left, he popped the champagne and filled our glasses. He handed me my drink as though nothing had happened.
“Thanks,” I said coolly.
He studied me. “Is there something wrong?”
“Well, I’m wondering if you’ve been bonking the maid this week.”
He raked his fingers through his hair, messing it up in a sexy high wave. “Nope. The last woman I made love to was this very sexy, curvy singer I met at my local.”
That made my lips curl. “So why did you come tonight?”
“To hear your music and buy a CD.” He moved up close to me on the couch.
I propped my legs up on a velvet-covered footrest. “Not because you wanted to fuck me?”
A slow sexy smile grew on his lips. “Mm… ah… yes. What do you think?”
“So have you fucked her?”
“Who?” His hand settled on my thigh.