"A little," she admitted. "Now that I'm your steady girlfriend, I expect you to pleasure only me."
He tensed. She waited for him to deny her as his girlfriend so she could find the sense to tell him to get off her, not to get her off. It wasn't as if she'd never had a one-night stand before, but she always regretted them in the morning. She didn't want to regret anything with this man. She kind of liked him. Getting tangled up with him sexually too quickly would ruin that. There'd be the awkwardness and the niceties and then he'd never call her again. She wasn't an idiot. She knew how players operated.
"Yeah," he said, "only you, Reagan."
Well, that just pissed her off. Lying to her to get her to submit? Wrong.
She shoved him onto the floor of the limo and sat up, concealing her reddened, very excited, and suddenly lonely nipple under her top again.
"What?" Trey said, sitting on the floor at her feet, looking all tousled and aroused and completely flabbergasted. Damn him for being so irresistible. And knowing it.
"I do have feelings," she said. "And I'm not stupid, so don't think your lies are going to work on me."
"What lies?" The man was a fine actor. He honestly looked like he had no idea what she was talking about.
"Only you, Reagan," she said, mimicking that sultry, bedroom voice of his.
"What lies?" he repeated. "I meant that. I want that. With you. Only you."
"You want what with me, Trey? Sex?"
"A committed, steady relationship. I want to try it for the first time in my life. With you, Reagan. Don't take it lightly. If you think the idea doesn't scare the piss out of me, you're wrong. But, I think … " He shifted his gaze to the ceiling. "Never mind. Forget it."
"You've never been in love?"
"I didn't say I've never been in love. I said I've never been in a steady, committed relationship."
Reagan scowled and crossed her arms over her chest. "So you cheated on the woman you loved?" Ethan had cheated. She couldn't be with a man who cheated again. It hurt too much.
"No, it was one-sided. Bri-the person I was in love with didn't love me back. I kept hoping that would change given enough time, but … I want to move on. I didn't think I'd ever feel that way-didn't think I'd ever give up-but today has been one kick to my system after another and here you are all perfect for me. I don't think I should ignore that."
She snorted. "You think I'm perfect?"
"No, I think you're pretty fucked up, Reagan. Perfectly fucked up."
She tightened her arms, which still crossed her chest, and rubbed her upper arms. "You're fucked up too."
"Exactly."
She watched him for a moment, looking for the smooth operator who separated women from their panties with such ease, but Trey seemed completely sincere. She'd be able to tell if he was just saying what he thought she wanted to hear to get into her pants, right? She supposed there was an easy way to tell.
"Okay, we'll try this serious relationship thing on one condition."
"I have a pressing condition in my pants."
She shook her head at him, needing him to be serious. "I don't quite trust you yet. I still think you just want to fuck me and then dump me. Which, okay, fine if that's the truth then I can handle that, but don't make me love you and then break my heart."
"Why would I open my heart to you if that was the case?"
"I'm not sure if you're opening your heart or just making up some bullshit story to get laid."
"I'm not. Honestly, Reagan, I have no problem getting laid. If that's all I wanted, I can find it anywhere." He stared up at her for a long moment and, when she didn't back down, he released an exasperated sigh. "What's your condition?"
"That we spend the entire day together on a completely platonic level."
"That's a sucky condition."
"No sucking either."
He laughed. "Okay, fine. Platonic. I can do that. That's where we hold our breath, try not to come for a really long time, meditate and stuff, right?"
She laughed. "No, baby, that's tantric."
"I was hoping that was what you meant," he said, a devilish grin on his handsome face. "But if you did actually mean platonic, I think I can manage it for one day."
"And you have to pass the Ethan test." No one ever passed the Ethan test. Her heart would be perfectly safe from Trey Mills's clutches.
"That's two conditions. You get one or the other."