Page 24 of Man Vs. Woman
“Because while you and I are busy fighting Hiram Hooskins, he’s going to be taking us both out,” I say, wondering if she’s going to buy my explanation.
“So basically get rid of him before we start savaging one another?” she asks me, with a faint smile.
God, how much I’d like to savage her right now.
“Something like that,” I say slowly.
“How would this work exactly?” She asks, her arms back in a crossed position.
“Fair question.” I look around the lobby, hoping to come up with a grand plan. I have no idea how this is going to fucking work. If you can’t tell, I’m making this shit up as I go. “How about we discuss it over dinner?”
There we go. That’ll give me time to think over aplanand hell, I’ll be able to spend more time with her. It’s a win, win.
“Dinner?” Her eyes light up like a fucking Christmas tree, but she quickly recovers. Her expression rests into something bordering offended and surprised. But I know it’s the exact opposite of how she truly feels; she wouldn’t be standing so close to me if wasn’t the case.
I breath her in and the smell of her perfume intoxicates me. My need for her intensifies into an ache so strong that I want to punch myself in the fucking gut to get rid of it.
I need a fucking drink. I need to null the effect she has on me or nothing is going to get done. My whole plan could be fucked up, even though, I don’t have much of a plan yet. But then again, once the business is done, why can’t we have some fun? A little dessert after dinner isn’t the worse thing. It’s all about having balance in life.
Fuck it. I’m going for it.
I reach for her, gently pressing my hand on the small of her back to pull her close to me. I lean down to her ear and tuck the hair behind it.
“Work with me, baby,” I tell her. “Let’s be the good guys in this story and fuck over our mutual enemy.”
Her body becomes still.
I can tell she’s holding her breath. She runs her hands down my chest, landing on my pecs and pushes me away. But all’s not lost. I feel a tiny squeeze in there. She copped a feel.
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend?” she whispers a question to me. “What if the enemy of my enemy is really just another enemy?
“Do you go copping a feel on all your enemies, Serena?” I plaster on my swoon-worthy smile.
“What you call copping a feel, Mr. McCoy,” Serena says with a slight smile before continuing. “I might call sizing up my competition.”
God, this woman is so fucking hot.
“Size has never been a problem for me,” I say with a grin.
“I’d say to let me be the judge of that, but I think you would enjoy it too much,” she counters.
“I think you would enjoy it too,” I say, teasing.
She laughs and shakes her head. “Fine. Let’s do dinner.”
“Tonight?”
“Sure, tonight works.” A playful smile emerges on her lips. “And, it’s abusinessdinner.” She pokes her finger into my chest to stress the business portion of our itinerary.
But really, she just wanted to touch my chest again. I don’t blame her. Having her so close to me made me even more excited for this dinner…and dessert.
“Yes, business.And pleasure.Can’t have one without the other, if I remember your proposal correctly.” I smirk.
“You’re incorrigible,” she huffs half-heartedly.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” I say with a teasing grin.
Her lips part and her cheeks become a pinkish hue; it’s fucking hot how my words can stir her like this.
