Page 3 of Chandelier Sin
She smiled. “Need assistance choosing something impeccable?”
“This one.” I fixed my stare on her.
“This one’s taken.” She looked around as though considering. “What do you normally like?”
The forbidden.
Instead, I went with, “A decent Pino.”
“Seriously?”
“Don’t be quick to judge. It’s a hard grape to grow. Needs constant nurturing. Extreme protection. A talented hand to ripen.”
“And then?” she coaxed.
“And then, it offers a haunting taste. Once experienced, it’s unforgettable.”
“How poetic.”
“Is he worthy of you?” I asked flatly.
“What you should be asking is whether you’re worthy enough to be standing inmylight.”
Again, my cock stiffened, which I guessed was the desired effect.
Her confidence was something to behold.
“Impressive,” I said, referring to her engagement ring. “A gesture of possession.”
“No one owns me. They may like to think they do, but I’m a free spirit.”
“In what way?”
“I wield power, too.”
My reaction reflected surprise, which I knew would insult her. But I liked seeing her pouty.
“I’m not above doing what needs to be done,” she whispered.
“Which is?”
She drew in a sharp breath. “I’m more of a tequila lover. Stings on the way down. Memorable.”
My brows rose in reaction to her flirting.
Closing the space between us, I leaned in and whispered, “Careful, that kind of heat leaves a burn.”
“It’s addictive,” she said. “Which I find arousing.”
“Minimal risk,” I teased. “Unless you count the level of pleasure that will never be experienced anywhere else.”
Eyes sparkling, she said, “Are you offeringmethat level, Atticus?”
Kissing her would be easy. “Want to be ruined by me?”
“How?”
I lowered my gaze to her rouged mouth to make that obvious.
