“You are such a bastard,” she snaps.
I raise my eyebrows and pull back a bit. “Most women thank me for what I just did for you.”
“Thank you?” She shakes her head and releases a bitter laugh. “Alexander, I should punch you in the face for ruining my Versace dress.”
My gaze drops down to the floor, and I see her dress still in a pool by our feet only now it has my come on it from when I pulled out of her.
I smirk, unable to stop myself from finding a little humor in the situation. “Great sex requires sacrifice, and I’m afraid your dress paid the ultimate price.”
“Ugh!” She growls as she shoves my shoulders back and steps away from me. “You’re unbelievable.” She bends over and snatches the dress off the floor. “From now on, stay the hell away from me. This will not be happening again.”
I stare her down, meeting the challenge in her eyes. “Margo, don’t kid yourself. If I want you again, all I have to do is touch you and you’ll give in. Your body has already proven twice that it can’t resist me.”
She pulls her lips into a tight line. “Never. Again. Alexander, do you hear me? This—whatever it was—is over. Done. When we get back to New York, I’m going to figure out a way to bury you. You can count on it.”
I give her my most wicked smile, showing her that her threats mean nothing to me. “I look forward to your sweet ass attempting to destroy me.”
Her nostrils flare and I can tell she wants nothing more than to lay into me. Instead, she takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and flips me the middle finger.
I laugh and then chide, “Mature.”
Margo jerks open the door while she’s still bare ass naked. “Fuck you.”
“I thought you just said we weren’t doing that again?” I tease.
“You . . . I . . . Ugh!” That’s all she manages to get out before storming out in nothing but her stilettos and slamming the door behind her.
I drop my head into my hand and then run it over the top of my head. What the actual fuck just happened? That spiraled out of control quickly and I didn’t even have to say a damn word. I guess I don’t have to ask her to stay away from me, after all.
The sharp ring of my cell cuts across the otherwise quiet room, not giving me the time to think about what in the hell just happened. I pull my shorts back up before walking over to the nightstand and smiling as I see the name of the caller flash across the screen.
“King,” I answer.
“Where are you, asshole? Yamada’s been waiting on you all night. First you blow off dinner and now drinks at the bar?” There’s irritation in his voice.
“Look, man, I’m sorry. I had too much to drink today so I’m staying in for the night, but I promise tomorrow we’ll party.”
I know that I flew out here to spend the weekend with him and secure the deal with our companies for the Buchanan deal but going out to find random women to party with doesn’t sound appealing.
“Okay. Fine. But, I’m holding you to tomorrow. You better bring your ‘A’ game because it’s going to be Yamada and King just like the old days. Getting’ bitches and gettin’ laid.”
I chuckle. “You got it, buddy. Tomorrow, Vegas better watch out.”
“Make sure you bring Dime Piece back with you. She’s got a rockin’ body, and I wouldn’t mind—”
“Goodnight, Yamada.”
I quickly cut him off before he has a chance to finish whatever dirty thought was brewing in that twisted little mind of his. Besides, it pisses me off for some reason when he talks about how sexy Margo is. I know he’s harmless, and I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but the idea of another man looking at Margo makes me jealous as hell.
This is going to be a fucking problem.
Margo
STUPID. STUPID. STUPID. THAT’S THE word I’ve been scolding myself with since last night. I can’t believe that I had sex with Alexander King . . . again. Even after I forbid myself from ever doing it again, the moment he put his hands on me in his room I was a goner.
I hate that the man has so much power over my body.
When he texted me early this morning to demand my presence in the common area of our suite for breakfast, I replied with a friendly fuck off. Not the most mature thing to do, I know. Normally, I play it cooler when dealing with assholes like Alexander, but for some strange reason, he’s able to get under my skin like no one else and cause me to lose my typical level head.
I spent most of the day in my room with the door locked trying to figure out ways I could avoid Alexander while still maintaining a close presence to figure out a way to get between him and Yamada. From what little bit of background I know about their relationship, it seems that they go way back, but hopefully their bond has a weak point I can break into.