Page 13 of Brutal Sin

He understood the look she gave him. It was siphoning. She was trying to get more sex out of him and wouldn’t succeed. He’d already slept with her once. That was the extent of their tally—past, present, and future. “What are you doing uphere?”

“I thought we could discuss your upcoming development class. Do you still want me to be your assistant?”

He thought it over. After her text messages, and now the visit into the staff area of the club, he knew he should find someone else. But who? She was a carbon copy of every other woman in the Vault. Once he slept with them, his sperm became a potent commitment supplement making them rabid formore.

He really needed to figure out how to get that shit fixed.

“It’s not an assistant, as such.” He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, a picture of disinterest. “I only need someone to demonstrateon.”

“Then I’m yourgirl.”

Of course, shewas.

“But I’d prefer to practice first.” She raised the hem of her skirt and started lowering her underwear.

“No need.” He pushed to his feet and strode around the desk. “I want the session unscripted.”

She batted her lashes and dropped her G-string to the floor. “No problem. Tonight can be just forfun.”

“Not interested.”

She slid forward and placed her hands on his chest. “Are you sure?” Her nails grazed a trail down his pecs, over his stomach, to his crotch. “I bet I can convinceyou.”

He’d happily take that wager. He’d even stake his house on it. “You won’t win.” He eyed her with apathy, knowing his flaccid cock was incapable of resurrection under her grip. He wasn’t interested. At all. And if she needed to grope him to get the picture, so beit.

“You’re not in the mood tonight?” She pouted. “What’s wrong?”

“You know I’m not a repeat offender, Janeane. We won’t sleep together again.”

Her palm paused on his cock, her brows knit tight. “But the class you’re teaching…”

“Is a one-off. It’s business. If you want to fuck, go downstairs and find someoneelse.”

Her hand fell away. “I thought—”

“You thought wrong.” He didn’t want an affiliation with any woman. And he definitely didn’t want her to latch her claws any deeper into the assumption that they had something between them. “I suggest you go back downstairs and find a guy who can treat you right.”

Her lips kicked in another vain attempt at seduction. “I think we both know that’s not how I want to be treated.”

Jesus Christ. For the love of promiscuity. He raked a rough hand over his beard, his fingers digging deep when his phone beeped again. This shit had tostop.

Janeane licked her lips, ignorant to the underlying tension in the room. “Come on, Brute. Do what you want withme.”

He cocked a brow. “You sure that’s what youwant?”

“You know it is.” Her eyes brightened.

“Okay, then.” He gently grabbed her wrist and led her into the hall. “I’ll see you later.”

Her mouth gaped as he dropped his hold and inched back to slam the door in her face. Perfect. Peace and fucking quiet.

“Brute.” She banged on thedoor.

“For fuck’s sake.” He clenched his teeth. What did he have to do to stop these women from praising the ground he walked on? It was no secret he treated them with contempt. Apart from telling them to fuck off, he’d exhausted all other forms of rejection. But still, they came at him like defensive linebackers on a quarterback. “Unless you’re looking for your underwear, you need to leave.”

She huffed. “Fine. Keep them as a souvenir.”

“Yeah, thanks.” He picked the scant piece of material off the floor and threw it in the trash. He didn’t need a reminder. She had his fucking phone number and he was sure she wouldn’t let him forget.

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