Page 31 of Nothing to You
“Then you’re doing it wrong.You should try harder.”
When he glanced her way again, it wasn’t her eyes that got his attention.Her breasts had somehow become more interesting.
“Bet those aren’t boring.”
Snatching his jaw, she jerked his head up as she leaned in.“I am a whole package, Boy Scout.”
“Shame about your warped view of the world.”
“My warped view?”she asked, releasing his jaw to push away the hand he slithered up her thigh to her waist.“You want to have sex with me, but have you thought about contraception?”
“You have an IUD.”
“So?That mean it’s all on me?You shouldn’t trust so easily.Maybe now I know who you are, I want to trap you and your billions.”
“I’ve spent a year vetting you.”
“Thought you didn’t stalk me.”
“Didn’t have to, you’re a font of information.”
“Which I gave to a guy I thought I’d never have to look in the eye.”
“You’re welcome, Radley,” he said, showing an unapologetic smile.“Come on!You can’t deny it.Your life’s better with me in it.”
“Is it?”
“You live in an exclusive zip code.Have a management position.And an office of your own on the top floor.”
That lightened her.“I have an office?”
He shrugged.“I’m working on it.”As she shoved him, he laughed.“What does it matter?You wouldn’t fuck a guy for a promotion.”
Climbing off the couch, she swiped up her glass.“I already got the promotion.”
“I can take it away.Dangle it in front of you until you submit.”
Her?Submit?Hell would freeze over first.Unless…
Going over to the bar, she opened up the fridge and found the expected pitcher of daiquiri in a separate section of the freezer.“If I was horny enough, I might let you.”
“I could get you there.You think I don’t know what turns you on?”
“I think you do,” she said because, begrudgingly, she admitted to herself he’d done it more than once since they started talking over a year ago.“Some things anyway.”
“Oh yeah, what don’t I know?”
On a snicker, she filled her glass.“Trust me, that’s not a door you want to open.”
Sucking a few ice crystals from her fingers, she put the pitcher back.Etiquette dictated offering him another beer.Yet the words didn’t materialize.She slipped off her shoes while returning to him, enjoying her refreshed drink.
“Think about getting me a beer?”he asked.
She just smiled, pleased with herself.“I thought about it.For a second.”
“And?”
“You haven’t done anything to deserve it,” she said, kneeling on the couch again.
