Page 46 of Resisting the Temptation
If we were at the club, I could punish her—
No, not the time.
She doesn’t need to tell me why she’s late. I’m not her boyfriend or even her date. We’re just fucking. All that matters is she’ll be here in time for us to go to the club together.
Still, it’d bepoliteto give a heads up.
“You look like you’re ready to get the hell out of here already,” Drew drawls from next to me.
“I am.”
“So why stick around? You haven’t bothered to come to these things before.”
I knew there’d be questions about why I’m suddenly making an appearance, so I have a valid answer at the ready. “I’ve never been invited to an event by Derek Allridge. I didn’t want to offend him by not showing up.”
Drew chuckles. “Since when do you care about offending anyone?”
“Since he finally offered a big job to Rossi. We need to present a united front.”
Drew nods in agreement. “Makes sense. Personally, I can’t wait until it’s socially acceptable for me to leave. I finally got my membership request approved at The Temptation Lounge.”
One day at work a few months ago, Drew vented to me about how tough dating has been for him. He asked me what my dating life was like and how I was meeting people. I don’t know what compelled me to tell him about the club. I don’t share my personal life, and I sure as hell don’t tell people about the kink club I go to.
I’ve never regretted it more than I do right now.
My glass of champagne freezes halfway to my mouth. “Oh?” I hope my voice comes out more calm than I feel. “You headed there tonight?”
“As soon as I can.”
Fuck.
I can’t take Emma to the club if Drew is going to be there. That would put us at risk of being caught, and I’m not ready for this thing to end yet.
I wonder if she would be willing to come to my place…
Before I fully finish forming a plan, the doors to the ballroom open, and I immediately know it’s her because it feels like all the oxygen is sucked out of my lungs. Time stands still as Emma enters the room looking like a fucking wet dream—mywet dream.
She’s wearing a floor length black dress with lace cap sleeves and a slit going almost all the way up to the top of her thigh, giving a peek at that damn garter tattoo that makes me feral. That’s not even the worst part. The front of the dress dips down nearly to her navel, her ample breasts barely contained by the fabric hugging them. It’s cinched at the waist, and the skirt flows over the curves ofher hips like liquid. Her heels are gold and wrap around her ankles, making her muscular calves look divine. Her hair is styled in soft waves again, flowing behind her like a cape. She’s got sharp wings of eyeliner accentuating her blue eyes, and her lips are painted a bold red.
My cock stirs at the thought of how good the color would look smeared all over my skin.
Drew whistles. “Damn. Emma looks amazing.”
I scowl. “That’s our coworker.”
Hypocrite.
Drew shrugs. “I’m just stating a fact. Everyone with eyes can see how good she looks. Besides, Derek’s already got her occupied with a guy from his team, I wouldn’t stand a chance anyway.”
I whip my head to where Drew is looking, and my blood simmers with something close to jealousy as Derek introduces Emma to whomever he’s with. Emma gives him a megawatt smile and shakes his hand, but I watch douchebro’s hand linger a littletoolong on Emma’s.
I can’t tell what they’re talking about, but Emma laughs at whatever he says, then nods enthusiastically before pulling out her phone and handing it to him.
You don’t own her. She can talk to anyone she wants. She can call this thing off at any time.
Why do I hate the thought so much?
Before I do something stupid like go over there and try to stake my claim, Mamà and Papàcome over to greet me and Drew.
