In for a penny, in for a pound. "Yeah, you heard me."
He chuckles. "If you’re talking about the women I was chatting with, most of them are good friends.”
“Oh, I bet," I cross my hands over my chest, cock my hip to the side, and ask, "And how do I become a good friend too?”
My voice doesn't shake, though inside, I’m screaming. Am I actually flirting with him right now? Is that actually what I’m doing? I cannot believe myself. What the hell has come over me?
But for some reason, I'm pulling it off. He's buying it. He's not laughing in my face at least, and there's definitely some interest simmering in his eyes, sparking a thrill through my entire body.
This is actually kind of fun. Why have I never flirted with a hot stranger before?
"Well, it won't be too hard for a woman like you,” he says, and he's definitely flirting back. His voice dips several octaves, and his eyes drip down my body, slowly, languorously lingering around my hips.
Yeah, I'm being objectified right now, maybe that's exactly what I want.
Hell, I'm objectifying him pretty hard too.
"Are you sure?" I start walking toward him, because apparently a demon has taken control of my body, and I don't stop until I'm standing right in front of him. “What if I want it hard, though?"
I swear I feel him hardening.
I manage to keep my eyes on his face, but I feel a movement down there regardless, one that lets me know how much he's packing.
And I almost think I'm delusional because it feels like a lot.
His smile grows, and his eyes now rest on my lips. He's into it. Oh God, somehow I'm doing it, seducing him, and I'm not fumbling. Am I going to kiss him?
I want to kiss him so badly I can almost taste it.
He has really kissable lips, a tad on the wide side, but inviting regardless. And his eyes sear through me, making my breath scatter in my chest.
I've never kissed a stranger before.
Never flirted with one, either.
But it looks like I'm doing it now.
He's leaning forward slowly, giving me enough time to back away if this isn't what I want.
I appreciate the consideration, but I don't need it. And I let him know I don't need it by wrapping my hand around his neck and drawing him forward, shivering with lust as a heavy, muscular arm wraps around my waist and draws me forward for his lips.
Suddenly, a creak echoes throughout the room as the door opens once more.
2
JAKE
Idon’t immediately move back when the door opens, nor do I acknowledge whoever might have walked in.
She does, though. This nameless woman, who has somehow made me forget why I came into this fucking room in the first place, shifts away from me, forcing my arm to drop.
For the first time, I see nerves cut through her seductive gaze as she steps back and clears her throat, rubbing her palms on the front of her dress, almost shyly. Like the seductress retreated in that moment, to be replaced with the prim, proper lady who would never walk up to a man and kiss him senseless.
Though we didn't actually kiss and my lips are still aching for it, a few thoughts run through my head.
She's a dichotomy, a rare combination of gutsy and bashful.
When it was just us talking, she was bold. God knows I love bold women.
