Page 9 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby
I blinked. “Seems like a rough life, to me.”
He chuckled. “And they say money can’t buy happiness. Who can’t be happy in a leather-bound room with high-tech bobbles and gadgets?”
“Is there booze? That’ll always make things better.”
He clinked his glass against mine again. “Got a mini-fridge full of it behind one of my bookcases in my office.”
I sipped my margarita. “A regular, modern-day James Bond. I can get behind that.”
“Just less blood and shooting and more paperwork and papercuts.”
“Hey, it’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.”
I clinked my glass against his before I drank down the rest of my margarita, and soon the bartender placed another one in front of me. Our conversation was stunted at best, but the more I drank, the more I wanted him face-planted between my legs. He could talk to my clit, for all I cared. I just needed to know what the hell was beneath that suit of his.
I was tired of using my imagination on a regular basis.
“So,” the man said as he slid his empty glass down the bar, “what does a beautiful woman like you do while she hangs around at the corner of a bar in a place like this?”
I shrugged. “Drink, like everyone else.”
He nodded slowly. “Are you hungry?”
I shook my head. “Not particularly.”
“Do you want more drinks?”
I peeked into my margarita. “I really should stop at four. I might not be able to stand if I do much more than this.”
Then, I felt him lean forward as his warm breath pulsed against my ear. “Are you wanting someone to help you relieve the tension in your shoulders?”
I shuddered at the heat of his words before his nose nuzzled the shell of my ear gently. And dammit, I almost blew through the fucking roof. It had been years—years!—since I’d had enjoyed the salacious company of a man. So, maybe it was time to break that streak. Maybe it was time to grease up the old engine, take it for a spin, and finally get my rocks off the proper way.
Even Suri had told me to text her if I ever found myself in another bind like this.
So, I turned my face toward his and smirked. “That depends on what you feel you can contribute in terms of ‘help.’”
His eyes grew dark, and my gut clenched. My toes curled so deeply just with looking at this brooding slab of meat that my calves almost started to ache. I swallowed hard as the man whose name I couldn’t remember leaned back and tossed back the rest of his drink. He even plucked the margarita I had in my hands and threw that back as well, despite the obvious fact that I would have finished it on my own.
But I didn’t give a shit about his manners. I wasn’t going to date the man.
I simply wanted a ride on what was between his legs.
“Come,” he said as he slid off his barstool, “I’ll pick up the tab. My driver’s waiting for us outside.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Waiting for us?”
He offered me his hand. “Are you up for a little bit of stress relief or not?”
The strong part of my gut told me to kick him in the gonads and walk my tipsy ass out of there. But, the pull I felt to scratch an itch I’d had for years was much too strong. I slipped my hand against his palm and watched him grin from ear to ear, and the wicked smirk that settled against his face fluttered my heart.
I wasn’t sure what the hell I was about to get into, but the thrill of it was unprecedented in my life.
I never took risks. It wasn’t in my nature. I always went for what I knew was a given, and the night my daughter was conceived was no different. The man I had slept with was a guaranteed thing—a one-night, set-it-and-forget-it kind of thing. How the hell was I supposed to know our condom had broken? The man wasn’t in the hotel room with me when I woke up.
Thank fuck, birth control is a thing in my life now.
I wanted to ask the strange man his name, but I didn’t want to detract from the thrill of it all—or admit that I’d forgotten it but not his deep voice or the way he made me wet just thinking about him. He opened his car door for me, and I dropped down onto the most comfortable, plush leather seats I’d ever experienced. He slid in next to me before beckoning for his driver to head home, and for the life of me, my curiosity started to grow.
