Page 20 of Meet Hate Love
I pinched him.
He made a growling-grunt noise. “What’s your problem?”
“People are behind us.”
He glanced around the side of his seat, nearly shoving his dick-riddled computer into my lap in the process. “It’s two men. And they’re asleep.”
“Well, I’m not asleep.” My gaze strayed to the screen again, and I feigned disgust. “And I don’t want to see that.”
“Then why were you paying Lonely Fans to see my cock, Blake?”
That word, followed by my name, shouldn’t have sounded so hot, but evidently, I was a glutton.
I glanced from his screen to him. The cocky smile on his face said everything he hadn’t. Margot was right. He was one hundred percent the kind of guy who would make a woman call him Daddy in bed.
“Just so you know,” I took a breath, lifted an eyebrow, and did everything within my power not to glance back at his screen. “I’m not one of your subscribers. Margot is.” So, I kind of threw her under the bus, but she would have gladly volunteered that information. “I’ve only looked at your site for selfish, criminal needs.”
“Is that what you call it? Selfish”—his grin widened—“criminal needs? I like that.”
And I liked how deep his voice had gone when he said he liked it. God, I wanted to hurt him. I closed the screen again. “Selfish needs, as in blackmailing your ass.”
“Whatever you want to tell yourself.”
“How are you so arrogant?”
He reopened the device. “How are you so annoying?”
The how are yous could have gone on for the rest of the flight, which was exactly why I went back to my movie.
We were somewhere over the Atlantic when the curiosity grew to be too much, and I took a peek to my right.
The Taj Maballs. I almost laughed but caught myself and choked it back.
Vance glanced up from his keyboard, giving me a suspicious look. “If it bothers you so much, why are you looking?”
“It’s hard not to with titles like Taj Maballs and all.” I half rolled my eyes.
“I would have thought someone whose favorite movie isDumb and Dumberwould appreciate that brand of humor.”
How did he know that was my favorite movie? I’d never had a conversation with Vance outside of work-related topics—or blackmail. Unless… “Do you eavesdrop on mine and Margot’s conversations at work?”
“It’s not eavesdropping. You and Margot don’t know how to whisper.” His fingers flicked over the mouse pad, and whatever that little movement did, it definitely did something with Photoshop that brought out the veins in his dick. “Thanks to her, I probably know way more about you than that Jimbo guy.”
Of all the guys for Vance to bring up, it would be the asshat who cheated on me with my sister.
“I wouldn’t take you to a sushi restaurant because I know you’re allergic to wasabi. And I promise you, unlike him, I know where the clit is.”
Margot was loud. I could absolutely believe Vance had overheard every minute detail of my love life for the past year, but as loud as she was, she hadn’t screamed that I was allergic to wasabi at the top of her lungs.
His gaze drifted from my eyes to my cheeks. “You’re way less volatile looking when you blush.” Then he went back to editing Paul, the Traveling Penis, and I went back to watching slapstick comedy while traveling beside a dickhead.
ChapterEight
VANCE
Ding.
“Sir, please put your seat in its upright position and prepare for landing.”
