Little Black Book(20)

Making my way around my desk, I sat down, unaffected by her empty threat.

“If a little bit of truth is going to wound you so severely, then this arrangement would never work. If you think you can handle it and want to prove to me you’d be worth my time, then sit.” I gestured to the chair in front of my desk. “I’ll get you a room for the night.”

I smiled inside when she took the seat, and then I made arrangements for her to get a room at a nice hotel close to the club.

“Your room’s ready, and they know you’re coming,” I said. Putting the phone down, I stalked toward her once more. Placing my hands on either side of her chair, our faces were inches away from each other.

“Thank you,” she whispered with her head down.

She had a serious problem with looking me in the eye. I wasn’t sure I liked it very much.

Lifting her face to meet mine again, I grinned at her. “I gave you something. Now what are you going to give me?”

She visibly swallowed and her eyes widened. “What would you like?”

“You’re nervous. I can see it in the stiffness of your shoulders, and the acceleration of your breathing.” I drew circles on her knee with my fingertips. “I don’t do slow and I don’t do soft and romantic, but for now, how about a kiss?”

“A kiss isn’t soft or romantic?”

I smirked and wrapped my fingers around the strands at the base of her skull, pulling her head until she stood against me, her lips brushing mine. “If done right, not at all.”

I pressed my lips to hers, ready to show her what a real kiss was, except, something different happened. She wasn’t the only one affected. I was, too. I’d known from the first time I saw her that she was different, but my body could sense just how different she was.

Running my tongue along the seam of her lips, she released a tiny gasp and gave me entrance into her sweet mouth. She tasted like strawberries and cream. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting all of her.

Our tongues collided—mine more practiced than hers, but it didn’t take away from the affect it had on my cock. If anything, her inexperience turned me on even more. I pressed my hardness against her stomach, letting her know what she was doing to me

She latched on to my shoulders and I let my hands dip lower to grab her hips. She was a handful. Her round hips fit perfectly in my grasp. Leaning back against my desk, I pulled her thighs against mine and she melted.





Eight

Rosslyn





I didn’t know what I was doing. I had marched into his office totally sure of myself, knowing I needed to make money.

Sure, I’d kissed a boy before. Jeffery Middleton had practically shoved his tongue down my throat in eleventh grade; however it was nothing—nothing—like the kiss Sebastian was currently laying on me.

Once he pulled me up from the chair and devoured my mouth, I forgot all about my nerves. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he worked my hips against him in a way I’d never experienced.

And just like that, he pulled away, leaving me panting like some wild animal.

“That’s enough for today.” He grinned down at me.

His smile was heartbreaking. Smutty romance novels had nothing on those lips. I stepped back, knees jittery, and caught my breath as I pushed my hair behind my ear.

“A car is waiting for you downstairs and I’ll have a phone sent to your hotel. Always answer it when I call. I’ll see you soon, beautiful.” He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.

“Okay,” I whispered.

Kyle was waiting downstairs with Vick when I left Sebastian’s office. I ran to him and held him so close, I was sure I was hurting him. Seeing him gave me a break from having to think about what the hell just happened upstairs.

“I’m so sorry. So, so sorry,” I said through tears.

He pulled away and smiled up at me. “It’s cool, Roz. It wasn’t bad.”

Vick cleared her throat, reminding me that my big display of emotion was seen by someone who’d probably never cried a day in her life.

“Who’s car is this?” Kyle whispered, while giving Vick shifty eyes.

“It’s my… boss’s,” I lied. “He was nice enough to let us borrow it.”

I didn’t want Kyle asking anymore questions, so I ushered him into the back of the sleek black car and avoided Vick’s knowing eyes.

As soon as I shut the door, the driver pulled away from the club. I hadn’t said a word to him, but he drove like he already knew our destination.

“Excuse me,” I said loud enough to get his attention.

Warm brown eyes and a friendly smile found me in the review mirror. Silver hair peeked under his driver hat and soft lines surrounded his eyes and lips. “Yes, ma’am?”