Page 10 of Twisted Lies 4
I laughed. “The question is, will I still respect you?”
He looked at me, his eyes traveling over my body. “I guess that depends on how I perform, huh?”
“Pretty much.”
He pulled up in front of a building I recognized from multiple photos in magazines. It was where many celebrities lived. He swerved his car into the underground parking garage before pulling into a space. He turned off the ignition, and I waited for him to come around and open my door.
Then he said, “Look, I don’t want you to think I’m running a game on you, but I have to say, I’ve been watching you for a long time.”
I smirked. “All confirming my initial stalker assessment.”
He gripped the steering wheel and then released it. “Sin, you’re not like all the other women I know.”
I rolled my eyes. “You mean rich, spoiled, and boring?”
“No. I mean beautiful, independent, and inaccessible.” He paused. “I just don’t want you to think this is all about me fucking you.”
Oh God!
I was going to lose my shit if he started spewing some crazy promise, thinking it would make what we were about to do seem more romantic. I wasn’t looking for romance. It didn’t fucking exist—at least, not in my world.
“Jaxon, you don’t have to promise me anything. In fact, I would prefer if you didn’t because I can’t give you anything beyond tonight.”
“What if I want more than tonight?” His eyes hardened.
I pulled out my cell. “Then I need to call my ride because I can’t give that to you.”
He placed his hand over mine and squeezed. “I’ll take tonight.”
He leaned in and kissed me, but I hesitated. Something just felt…wrong. It was almost as if shackles were being slapped around my wrists. I pulled back, but he pressed forward, his tongue coaxing mine.
I broke off the kiss, but he was not deterred.
He nuzzled his face into my hair and then backed away. “Ready?” he asked.
I stared at him. “Tonight only.” I wanted to be perfectly clear that’s all he would get.
“I hear you, Sin.” He ran a finger across my cheek before getting out of the car.
There was something about his response and his blank stare that made me pause. Common sense battled with the heat between my legs, and the shameless need to have sex with Jaxon won.
As we stepped into the elevator, Jaxon grabbed my hand, but I pulled it away. There would be no bonding or cuddle time or whispers of sweet nothings.
This was all about straight-up sex.
Jaxon placed a guiding hand on my back as we walked toward his door, and I tried to calm my uneasiness. Jade was right. Maybe I was too paranoid. Maybe I did overthink things way too much.Jaxon is cool. He knows this is only a sex proposition.
I took a calming breath as I strode over the threshold. I stared at all the expensive furniture. The apartment was freaking immaculate.
“This is new—a guy with a spotless apartment.”
“Smoke and mirrors.” He winked at me. “My mother pays for a cleaning service. She hates my messy habits.”
His admission wasn’t surprising and only confirmed my initial assessment. He was a spoiled mama’s boy.
“That’s interesting.” I walked around, admiring the beautiful artwork and photos.
As I’d suspected, his parents were blond and beautiful just like him.
