Page 34 of The Revenge Plan

She yanked her hand away from me. The rest of the ride was in silence. When we got to the apartment, Hailey was in a rush to get as far away from me as possible.

“Hailey,” I called her as she was about to get into her bedroom. She turned toward me. I was downstairs, and I looked up at her as I removed my tie and jacket. She looked like a golden goddess. “Thank you.”

“You already thanked me before.”

“I know. I wanted to do it properly this time. Have a drink with me.” She seemed to contemplate for a few seconds, then made her way downstairs. I don’t know why it felt as if I had been hanging on her decision.

I went to the bar, and poured a glass of whiskey. “Mojito?”

She nodded as she sat down on the bar stool.

“How did you know?”

“That’s the only drink I’ve seen you drink.”

“How observant of you,” she took the glass I handed to her, “Thank you.”

We both sat down opposite each other. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes away from her the entire night, and I still could not now. She seems to notice me glaring at her as a blush spread across her face. “You look beautiful.”

“I can’t say I don’t try.”

I suppressed laughter and took a sip of my drink. The fiery liquid rekindled another fire that had been simmering all night. “We need to talk about something.”

Her eyebrows went up from beneath her glass. “We do?”

“The kiss.”

“What kiss?” She took a sip of her drink, her gaze cast to the floor.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know you felt what I felt when we kissed.”

“I don’t know about that. It was pretty tame. Nothing to write home about.”

I pulled her stool closer to mine so that her knees went straight between my legs and they rubbed my crotch, “Should we test it again? To see if it’s really nothing?”

“No. I’m good thanks.” She took another sip.

I leaned back. She looked a little mellowed. She was no longer wallowing over the lack of love from her father. In this evening glow, she looked more like a fragile flower in need of protection. It was easy to fall for her charms; I noticed. One moment I hated her, the next I wanted to play the court jester so I could take her sorrow away. How did she do it?

“What now?” her brows furrowed.

“I think you’re throwing away a wonderful opportunity to evaluate what’s between us.”

She rolled her eyes. Everything about her was sexy. Even this simple act of watching her drinking was somehow like watching a model on a beer commercial. She placed the drink down, “there’s nothing to evaluate.”

“Are you sure about that?”

I leaned in. Her knees brushed against my groin again and I groaned. She gasped. I placed my drink next to hers and took her hand. She didn’t relent. “I was wondering...”

“I don’t care to hear more.”

“If we made a mistake leaving what we did in France in France…”

She gulped. I could feel her pulse rising as I held her wrist. She was as affected as I was. “Why are we killing ourselves when we could easily satisfy each other?”

Her voice was now barely a whisper, “because…”

I pulled her in even closer and I muffled a gasp as she brushed my groin again. I was developing a raging erection, and I was sure she had noticed by now. “Because what?” I asked her. She had no response. I closed the small space between us and put my lips to hers. She was just as sweet as last time. Only this time she wasn’t as surprised. I brushed my tongue against her lips, coaxing her to open her mouth. When she did, I delved in and held her tightly to me. The kiss was intoxicating. She was intoxicating. I was so lost in it, when I felt her hand brushing my hardness, I jolted in surprise. The thin material of the briefs and my pants felt like a thick between her hand and my cock. I wanted to feel her hand on me.

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