Page 22 of The Secret
“I don’t really flirt or expect a woman I’m with to flirt with other guys either.”
“Okaayy,” I say, drawing out the word.What was all the flirting he did with me, then?And is he saying he’swithme?
A long breath seeps out and he laughs, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, maybe I’ve read you all wrong.” He shrugs. “Perhaps I’m totally out of line here.”
With a sigh, he picks up his beer and turns to leave. I grab onto his arm.
“What do you mean, read me all wrong?”
Heated eyes roam mine for a couple of seconds. “Are you interested in me, Liss?” he says.
My eyebrows rise. Isn’t it obvious? But alcohol is steaming through my blood, so I grin up at him. “Possibly,” I say, but he shakes his head.
“I said I don’t play games.”
My stomach sinks, and I swallow, pulling up my courage. “Are you interested inme?”
He frowns. “Liss.” My name is a hard reprimand on his lips. “Answer the question.”
I let out a long sigh. “Of course, I’m interested. Who wouldn’t be? Look at you,” I grump, gesturing down his body and turning away on my stool to face the bar again.
His drink lands on the polished wood beside me, and he moves in behind me, hands resting on both sides of me, one next to where my hand is cradling my empty shot glass. The tequila he ordered is still on the counter: Why didn’t he take it with him?
Pressing in, he nuzzles my ear. “See, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
“It wasn’t much fun either.” My voice is sulky, but my body is shivering with his hot breath on my neck and his warm chest pressed into my back.
“Watching you flirt with a whole bunch of guys wasn’t much fun for me.”
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
I melt into him and find he’s hard at my hip.Oh my God. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“Are you going to behave? Give me the right to rein you in?” Pain radiates out as he nips at my ear.
How well he’s read me already. I roll my lips together and nod.
“That fucker touched you,” he growls. Am I bad for being utterly thrilled by how possessive that statement is? Teeth graze the skin on my shoulder. “Do you know how difficult it was to witness that and not wade in?”
Licking my lips, I turn my head to find his mouth inches from mine.
“I’m very pleased you’re touching me now.”
He groans and kisses my neck below my ear, trailing downward. “You smell so fucking good.”
“What about your lady and her drink?” I nod at the tequila.
“That’s for you.”
“What?”
Easing back, he moves around to lean against the bar again and cold washes over my back.
“She works for an NGO here. Brian introduced us. I was arranging to go on a day trip with her out to one of the villages.”
