“I need to run. Something's come up.”
“Don't go!” Her smile melts. She leaps up and grabs my arm, and I hear her breath catch. “Did I do something wrong? Don't tell me it was the spill.”
I shove her off me and I only slow my way out of the bar to bark back. “Duty first. Stop following me. I'll pick up the tab.”
I stop and handle it with a waitress on the way out, grateful blondie's too pissed to moan begging for my number. I'd have to shoot her down the hard way then.
On the drive to the estate, I pound my fist on the wheel, wondering what the hell I'm doing. Did I just give up sane, guaranteed pussy for a talk with my prissy little stepsis?
My last text told her to tell the guard I was coming. He gives me the same shitty look when I roll up to the gate. I floor it up the hilly driveway after I'm through.
The place is just as pretentious and alien as the first time. I'm standing underneath the big chandelier by the staircases when I text her.
I'M HERE.
Delia comes sauntering down the staircase in about thirty seconds, and my eyes pop out of my fucking skull. The sleek, conservative crap I've seen her in before has given way to a short red dress, cut in all the right places.
My dick hammers in my pants, begging for release, howling for her tight, wet warmth. Something about the dress accents her curves even more than her tank top and shorts did on the beach. I don't know whether to throw on the only suit and tie I've got to take her out, or rip it all off and fuck her right here in our parents' grand entryway.
She lights up with a smile when she sees me staring.
It's too much. All the shit I haven't been able to control since Kirkuk takes hold. As soon as she's next to me, I grab her, spin her around, and fling her against the wall.
“What's going on here? Really?” She whimpers with more than surprise, and I realize too late I've shoved my fingers through her hair, pulling too tight. “Sorry.”
She backs away from me when I give her a chance, a sour look on her face. “Jackass. Would a hello kill you?”
I shrug. “You're the one who wanted to talk, and you come out dressed like that. I'm warning you right now – head games and cockteases aren't my thing, babe. Unless you want to go upstairs and spread your legs for me, you'd better start talking, because that's looking like the only reason I'm here.”
She flushes bright red and holds up her hands. “No, no, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not that kind of girl.”
“Yeah?” I shoot her a dirty look. She's not entirely wrong – I haven't been able to figure out what the fuck she is yet, or what she's up to.#p#分页标题#e#
“No, I mean, I don't just jump into bed with people.”
Snorting, I nail her with my sarcasm. “No, but you really want to. You came hotter than any chick I've ever fingered behind a bar, babe. And you're hardly the first. You want to know me? Cut the good girl act. I see right through it like I can see your tits through that thing.”
We stare, saying nothing for several seconds, before I drop my eyes to her chest and take a good look. That makes her flush harder, and my cock is ready to go off like a rocket.
Yeah, I'm a crude SOB. I never hide what I want. I half-expect her to turn around, stomp right back upstairs, and slam the door.
“Whatever. I'm trying to be nice. Let's go outside and talk.”
She starts moving before I can say anything. I watch the full, round globes of her ass bobbing in that skin-tight dress behind her, and I'm led along like a bulldog following a bitch in heat.
We stop off in the kitchen. Her ass taunts me more as she bends, opening up the thick door to daddy's special liquor cabinet attached to the kitchen, reaching inside and pulling out a bottle of something white and fancy.
My dick thuds. I instantly think about popping the cork and splashing it all over her, licking expensive Dom or some shit off her tits, tasting it on her pussy, cooling her body with booze before I get between her thighs and burn her to cinders.
“Glass?” She smiles like an angel and gestures to the crystal glasses hanging off a rack. I grab two and follow her down the long deck stairs to the pool below, overlooking a perfect view of the sea in the distance.
A man could get used to fucking a chick out here. Damn if I'm not gonna try, sooner or later, even if I've got to drag her into the pool.
We flop down next to each other in these huge cabana chairs. I'm staring at her cleavage the whole time as she unscrews the cork and fills our glasses.
That sound of the wine flowing into the glass sounds too much like wet, hard sex, the noise we'd make together getting down and dirty.
“I'm sorry last night was so ridiculous,” she says. “I didn't know Evie would give you such a hard time, Chris. I don't blame you a bit for handling her like you did. I would've been just as pissed.”