Page 48 of The Irresistible One
“No.”
His huff was light and ended in a grin. “All right.” He wiped the wetness off his lips. “Then why don’t we get back to what you wanted to say to me? You know, the whole reason you marched your ass over here instead of walking out of the restaurant.”
I had to remind myself that the whole purpose of still beinghere was to get out the emotions eating at me. It wasn’t to gaze in his eyes or smell his enticing cologne or take in this sexy beast of a man who had the ability to throw me on top of that bar and have me coming in mere seconds.
“First off”—I had to search for my breath again—“I’m really tired of you calling me greedy. If roles had been reversed, Troy would have done the same thing. That’s what you pay him for. But calling me that makes it personal, and that’s not fair.” I reached for the cocktail. The large solo ice cube made the glass so cold in comparison to the way I’d heated up, and it sent a chill through me.
He lifted his chin. “What else do you have for me?”
“You’re not going to fight back? I’m … pleasantly surprised.”
“I didn’t say that.” His gaze narrowed. “I just asked what was next on your list.”
Think, Sophie. Think. Stop letting him affect you.
“I want to know, is it a coincidence that we keep running into each other? Or are you purposely trying to make my life hell?”
He said nothing.
“Colson, there are plenty of yacht brokers on the West Coast. You didn’t have to go with Troy’s suggestion. Hell, with your connections, I’m sure you could have come up with dozens of other options.”
The top of his polo was already unbuttoned, but he spread the collar even wider. “You are correct, I could have found one in California. But Troy told me Hayden was the best, and if you haven’t gathered already, I don’t like mediocre. If Hayden’s the top, that’s who I want.” The stool had no backing, but he still reclined a bit. “Let’s break down themake your life hellaccusation. What would make you think I’d give you that much satisfaction?”
“Because you live to torment me.”
He chuckled. “And why do you think that is?” When I stayed silent, he added, “Or maybe it’s that you’re the one who’s following me.”
My eyes widened. “You know that’s not the case. How dare you?—”
“What were you doing at Lush the last time I saw you there?”
My clutch had been living under my arm, and the feel of it was too confining, so I set it on the bar. “I was doing the same thing you were.”
“You didn’t go in hopes that I’d be there?”
Yes.
“No.” My head shook. “Colson, despite what you think, my desire for pleasure does not revolve around you.”
“But it did that night.”
“You call that pleasure?” I tried to keep my voice down and was failing miserably. “Do you realize what you did to me? And the state you left me in?” I forced myself not to pound the rest of the booze, but I still took a large sip, pulling at my tank, as it had started to stick to me.
“Tell me how bad it really was …”
I bared my teeth. “You’re fucking evil.”
“Did you think about me when you got home that night? Did you climb into your bed and take out your vibrator and put it on your pussy?” He licked the inside of his lip. “Or did you use your fingers? I want to hear all about it, Sophie …”
That mouth. I could hump his face; it was so dirty.
But I would never let him know that.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Funny, you didn’t say no to me that night, did you? You knew what I could give you, and you were more than willing to go into a private room with me. You put up no fight whatsoever.”He paused. “Why?”
“Because I thought you were going to get me off, and that was why I was there.”
