Page 12 of Tempt Me
“And what did you want?”
“Oh, well, now…all sorts of delicious things.”
“Not from me. I can’t give you what you’re looking for.”
“I think you can give meexactlywhat I’m looking for.”
“I am not the man you want.” Hunching my shoulders, I slump further into the chair.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Wishing I could get through to her, I try again, needing to nip this in the bud. “I won’t treat you right. I like things differently from how I imagine you like them.”
Silence.
“What does that mean?” she asks, the derision in her tone.
Scowling in her direction, I huff.
“Oh, I see,” she says with a giggle that stirs feelings inside me that I wish I didn’t have. Coupled with the seductive expression on her face, I groan inwardly. This is not going how I planned. Not that I had any idea which way it would fly.
“You like it rough.”
“And? Are you going to sit there and tell me you do too?”
“So you do.”
“What of it?” I growl.
“Nothing. It just makes me even more attracted to you.”
“You shouldn’t be attracted to me.”
“Then you shouldn’t have watched me coming all over someone else’s mouth.”
Letting out a low rumble, she has me there. I have absolutely no comeback at all to that. Almost as if the world intervened on my behalf, the sound of a gunshot rings through the air.
We both instantly go on alert.
“Go and get dressed,” I hiss.
This time, she goes without hesitation, returning within moments in her white dress, strapping a sexy as fuck thin, incredibly sharp stiletto blade to her right thigh. Brushing the dress down, I drag my eyes away from her, knowing that she wears that blade all the time, concealed under the clothes.
If I hadn’t already, I fall just a tiny bit in love with her, losing my soul in the process, and whatever shield I had up shatters.
“Are we going out there?” she asks, striding over to me to stare out the window.
“No.”
“No?”
“No. I’m not leaving you here alone to go and investigate, but like fuck are you coming with me, so no.”
Towering over her, I try to intimidate her into compliance. She comes up to my shoulder in her six-inch heels, but she doesn’t back down an inch.
“Okay. Well, I’m going out there to save whoever got shot, you can stay here.”
She brushes past me, but I grasp her arm. “Rue.”
