Page 26 of Her Every Fantasy

I shook my head. ‘I never win your coin tosses. Never.’

He flicked open the centre console and caught up a silver coin between his fingers. ‘Cheer up, rosebud. This might be your lucky night. Heads or tails?’ he asked with a filthy smirk.

In the past I’d always gone for heads and lost. The law of averages suggested it couldn’t always be the case. Could it? ‘Heads.’

Eyes gleaming, he flipped the coin, caught it expertly and slapped it on the back of his hand. Then slowly lifted his hand. His smirk widened. ‘Sorry, love.’

‘No way.’ I leaned forward to see for myself. It was tails. I reached for the coin.

He snatched it out of the way and slipped it into his pocket. Then he threw his door open, walked around to mine. ‘Out you get,’ he said, that gorgeous smile making my heart flip-flop.

Slowly, I slid out one leg, then the other, not bothering to pull my hem down when it rode up. ‘You’re suddenly chipper.’

‘Leave your purse. You won’t need it.’

‘Even if I feel naked without it?’ I asked, unable to resist teasing him.

‘You’re not a vacuous bimbo. You don’t need props to get you through an hour with me.’

‘I was thinking more along the lines of important phone calls I might miss.’

‘It’s almost eleven p.m. Who the hell is going to call you at this hour?’ he demanded, even as he drew me away from the door. He slammed it shut after I tossed my clutch inside.

‘We’re busy professionals. It’s not completely unheard of.’

He took hold of my arm and walked me towards the double doors of The Sylph. ‘Well, whoever needs you urgently can leave a message. For the next hour, you’re mine.’

In truth, I didn’t mind not having the distraction of emails and texts for a while. For one thing I was enjoying his hand on me a little too much. In the suddenly restrictive confines of my bra, my nipples tightened, my skin felt flushed, and electric tingles pulsed in my clit.

Just like this afternoon, we went past a fully manned security desk.

‘Back again, Mr Mortimer?’ one of the guards said with a respectful nod.

‘I am. Glad to see you awake, Bob.’

The guard reddened and grimaced. ‘I’m never gonna live that down, am I, sir?’

Bryce’s lips twisted. ‘No, you’re not.’

‘What was that about?’ I asked when we entered the lift.

‘Nothing I wouldn’t have left alone if I hadn’t seen him checking you out this afternoon.’

My jaw threatened to drop.

‘What?’ he asked, eyebrows raised.

‘Where is this Neanderthal side of you coming from?’

His smile was calculated, sending a skitter of something not quite unpleasant up my spine. ‘You seem to think you know me so well.’

‘I do know you,’ I insisted, even though a voice inside me mocked me mercilessly.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with those impenetrable eyes until the lift pinged to a stop.

‘Aren’t you going to say anything?’ I blurted when he propelled me forward with a steady hand on my back.

‘No. You’re in the mood to argue a point just to prove you’re right. You’re not. Leave it alone.’

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