Page 18 of Chandelier Sin
“Well done.” I hid my surprise. “And you’re a fan of…Tom Ford?”
He smirked. “Bottega Veneta.”
“Bespoke.”
“Of course,” he said nonchalantly.
“Made in London?”
“Paris.”
“I’ve never been,” I said wistfully, and then blushed at my confession.
“You’d love it,” he said without judgment.
Sparring with him made me feel alive. It turned me on and turned me inside out. Or maybe it was his alluring cologne that was stealing my focus.
I nudged his arm playfully. “And a bespoke cologne laden with pheromones?”
“Please, I don’t need any assistance in that department. I’m a splash of something quick and then out the door kind of guy.” The edges of his mouth curled as he pointed to me. “Now your perfume, it evokes nothing but scandal.”
He dared to follow that up by sensually tracing a fingertip around the rim of his glass as though showing me how he’d play with my clit.
My pussy responded, tingling.
I changed the subject. “I’m surprised you’re not with someone.”
“Digging for intel?”
“I already know a lot about you,” I said.
Seductively, he narrowed his gaze.
Maybe I’d earn points when I returned to the sixth floor with what I’d learned about him. Though it would be better for me if I didn’t confess to being down here.
Atticus turned to face the ballroom. “I have no problem with my reputation.”
“You look like a man who revels in cruelty,” I added to hide my attraction. “I imagine you break your submissives by breakfast.”
“And how would I do that?”
“Fuck them into exhaustion and then ghost them.”
His eyes flashed with interest that I’d sensed this about him.
“Youdoghost them,” I said with triumph.
“My subs are spoiled,” he said. “I make no promises. There’s never going to be a relationship. No happily ever after. That’s in the NDA.”
“You mean your DNA.”
That made him smile.
“You break their hearts before you begin,” I said.
He leaned closer. “I offer intense pleasure. Then we’re done.”
Atticus emphasized his words like he was promising me that level of bliss.
