“Well, it worked. We’re even. Were you watching me out there, too?”
“Yes. You put on quite a show.”
“I can’t believe this.”
He walked slowly toward me. “Come here.”
Shaking my head, I said, “No.”
“No? You already agreed to it.”
“I don’t normally do this, Sevin.”
“But apparently, you can be bought.”
That was a low blow, but he was right. I felt like a cheap slut.
“Tell me why you paid ten-thousand dollars to talk to me now after you turned me away at your house. Why?”
“Because I didn’t pay to talk to you. I paid for you to sit on me.”
His words, and the tone in which he said them jarred me.
“You’re not serious…”
“Do you see me laughing?”
“This is insane.”
“Sienna, huh? Just like the first day we met.”
“Yeah… ”
'“Come here, Sienna.” He’d emphasized the ‘S’ sound tauntingly.
What kind of a game was he playing? And what was wrong with me? Because as mean as he was being, I was aching to touch him. Sevin walked over to the plush seat, sat down and leaned his back into it.
He was gonna make me go through with this.
I slowly inched toward him until my knees were touching his.
“Give me my money’s worth,” he said huskily. For the first time, the alcohol on his breath registered. Maybe it was impairing his judgement, contributing to his aggressive behavior toward me, which was out of character. Or maybe Sevin had just changed. A twinge of fear had developed at the pit of my stomach.
It was quiet in the room aside from the muffled beat of the club music in the distance. My thighs were trembling as I wrapped them around him one by one and sat on his lap. His chest was heaving as he looked up at me, his eyes reflecting a wild intensity.
I wouldn’t move at first. His pupils seemed to darken with each second that passed as he continued to stare at me.
Waiting.
With his more muscular build, grown out hair and chin scruff, age had definitely become him. Despite my fear, sexual awareness overtook my body, which had been longing for him. I never thought I would have the opportunity to be this close to Sevin again in my lifetime.
At the same time, I didn’t deserve to be deriving pleasure from the contact. Aside from the differences in his physical appearance, I knew that the changes inside of him were far more profound. I had wrecked him, and then Elle’s death had wrecked him all over again. I thought about what my mother said, about him being in “a bad way.” I closed my eyes to fend off thoughts of Elle, thoughts of everything that might have happened—that did happen—after I left.
His calloused fingertips landed on my chin. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
I kept them closed.
“Evangeline.”
When he said my name, I opened them.
“I know you hate me,” I whispered.
“I don’t want to talk.”
“What do you want?”
“I want what I came in here for, what I paid for.”
It occurred to me that this was a form of payback. He wanted to humiliate me. It also occurred to me that I owed him. If this was what made him feel better—to shame and punish me—then I was going to give him whatever he needed.
It was better than him grilling me for information. I couldn’t tell him everything that happened while I was away. So, I would give him anything else he asked for in return. I would play along.
“You want a lap dance? I’ll give you a lap dance.”
Sliding slowly toward him, I could feel the heat of his rock hard cock under me. Pushing his shoulders back onto the small loveseat, I gyrated my hips slow and hard over him. He let out a stifled moan. My nipples hardened, and wetness developed between my legs as the material of my underwear rubbed against his jeans.
This was a mistake.
He looked deeply into my eyes as I continued straddling his lap. We never took our eyes off each other the entire time.
He slipped his middle finger under my bra strap and nudged it. “Take this off.”
Every word that came out of his mouth added to my aroused state.
I obliged, unhooking it at the back and throwing it to the ground. His eyes never left mine despite my undressing. His stare was a mix of anger, bewilderment and unadulterated lust.
Placing his palms on my breasts, he began to slowly massage them. He rubbed the tips of his thumbs roughly along my nipples.
Sevin’s mouth curved into a slight smile. “You’re getting turned on, aren’t you?”
I wouldn’t answer, but I didn’t have to.
He continued, “I can feel how wet you are through your panties. Fuck.” Grabbing the back of my ass, he pushed me down onto him harder. “What kind of a man lets his wife work here?”