Page 16 of Chandelier Sin
“I never beg.”
“Perhaps one day.”
“Mymysterious Eve and her seductive prowess.”
“Your Eve?”
“Inevitably.”
My breasts tingled and my nipples ached longingly for his touch, pushing against the silk of my dress. He noticed, his eyes sweeping over the tautness as though such a thing was permitted, and we knew each other better.
“Your perfume should be illegal,” he said.
“Flattery will get you nowhere.”
“Depends on whether it’s sincere.”
“True.”
“What’s your surname, Eve?”
His attempt to have me say it was amusing. I didn’t want him to hear it and walk away.
Any sane man would.
I reached out and straightened his satin bowtie even though it didn’t need it, taking this chance to touch him, to brush my fingers below his chin and feel his light stubble.
He gave me a look that elicited arousal; as though secretly saying,let me touch you there, between your thighs, and further still, all the way inside you, pushing my fingers in deep, and deeper still.
Then that sensual look was gone.
He tipped his chin up instinctively, as though used to being pampered by a thousand lovers before.
We’re not lovers, I silently scolded myself.We are enemies and forgetting that will get us both killed.
“How long have you been a member?” he asked nonchalantly.
“No comment.”
He nudged closer. “I asked you a question.”
The shock of his assertiveness threw me. “A decade longer than you.”
“How old are you?” He looked concerned. “Twenty-seven?”
“Twenty-eight.”
He shook his head with disapproval. “Recommend anything?”
“What are you into?”
“You have your secrets,” he said. “I’m possessive of mine.”
“I can take a guess.”
He chewed the inside of his cheek, and it looked so damn sexy, like he was holding back from sharing his every kinky thought. I wanted to know them so my imagination could run wild later with his secret fantasies.
“I looked for you,” he said quietly, breaking the spell. “After you left the cellar. You disappeared into thin air.”
