Page 28 of Falling for Them
“On it.”The server turns around and hustles to the bar.
Ella’s gaze is on my face.“And your name is…?”
“Sebastian.You can call me Sebastian, or Bash.”You can call me Daddy.But I don’t say that.It isn’t time for that…yet.
I reach across the table to take her hand in mine.Her fingers are cool and smooth, and I can’t resist rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.
Carefully, slowly, she pulls away from my grasp.“I said it’s serious, between me and my boyfriend.”
“He can’t possibly deserve you,” I say.
She arches an eyebrow.“And you could?”
Ooh, a little attitude.My cock starts to stiffen.“I would try harder than he does, that’s for damn certain.”
The server delivers Ella’s order and looks as if he wants to linger, but I give him a hard look and he steps away.
“You need a stage name if you’re going to keep singing here,” I tell her.
“I don’t know that I’m coming back,” she says.
“You should.”I look her over, then feel a smile growing on my face.“How about Cinderella?”
She smiles, and a dimple pops in her cheek.She’s so cute, it should be illegal.
“Cinderella, yeah,” she says.“That’ll work.”
“And I could call youprincess,” I say.
She shakes her head.“Cinderella was, first and foremost, a maid.That’s why it fits so well.”
“If you were mine, you’d be a queen.But I’d still call youprincess.”
Her cheeks turn pink and she takes a sip of her cider.“Do you often flirt with women who aren’t single?”
“I make it a policy not to,” I say.“But this situation is different.”
She cocks an eyebrow and leans closer.Her button-up shirt is all done up, so I don’t even get a hint of cleavage.But I can’t help looking at the way her breasts push against the table.
“How is this situation different?”she asks.
She’s challenging me.I fucking love it.
“Come home with me and find out.”Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.I can see that I went too far.She’s already retreating.She sits back in the booth, gazing coolly around the lounge.
Fuck.Fuck.I don’t know how to take it down a notch.Kingston’s good for that.I push the women to their boundaries, he pulls them back.He corrupts them, then I punish them.It’s a good balance.
Ella pulls her phone from her purse and looks at it.“I should get going.Thank you for the cider.”
I have no choice but to let her go.Except—
“How are you getting home?”
“I’m walking.It isn’t far.”
“Let me drive you.”
“No, thanks.”She starts to walk away.
