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Or maybe it’s that I do. Too much.
I don’t like him, but he calls to me. It’s physical. A throbbing, thrumming ache and right then, I could almost swear he’s there, I’ve been thinking about him so much.
That darkly spiced, slightly sweet, expensive scent pervades. And my breath catches in my throat as I start to tingle with heightened awareness.
And just as I turn around and meet his gaze, he speaks.
“I want my watch back.”
Chapter Five
Kingston
She’s even more beautiful than last time. That hardcore pixie cut is smooth and sleek and sophisticated. Her mouth a muter red. Eyes softer with the make-up and the dress fits her slender and sleek curves with a black shimmer.
The heels and black stockings with the seams finish the look.
She’s a million miles away from the woman I met three nights ago.
I prefer the other one.
Sadie’s a woman who should command attention, but she’s very good at slipping it when she wants, like now.
Her eyes narrow. “Following me?”
“My watch.”
“Maybe you misplaced it,” she says, looking at me from lowered lids, the sweep of long, curved lashes unexpectedly sexy as she does so.
I take a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and wish to heaven it was something stronger, something less bubbly and frou-frou. It’s not my drink, but the upside is it’s easy to nurse. “Do I look like that sort of man?”
“I don’t know.”
“Or just a man you try and jump?”
“That was nothing more than an experiment, one I’m not about to repeat.”
“Good. When you kiss me, you need to mean it, not be playing games.”
Her mouth curves. “That kind of thing is nothing but games.”
“Sex?”
“And all it comes with. All the things people attach to it.”
Those words slide about me and it’s like she’s a unicorn, a mythical woman after my own lust-driven heart. Most women will say they don’t want more than sex or the right kind of relationship where things are on the table and in the open, along with the exit point. But then something happens. Either they’re lying or they develop feelings.
I get out before that shit ever happens to me. Once was more than enough.
But Sadie, she isn’t looking for anything either. She doesn’t like me. I’m not sure why, apart from I’m loaded. I don’t like her kind, but her…she’s hot and soft and she can kiss and the fire that burns hot between us is there whether we want it or not.
A fire I’ve no intentions of dabbling with again.
I won’t lie that it’s fun pushing her, watching for cracks. Like when she first saw me, the leap of light and smolder in her eyes before she dragged it back in.
“Interesting theory,” I say, circling close to her, breathing her smoke and jasmine scent in, just as my gaze drops to linger on her exposed clavicle. The line and shadow of the delicate bone beneath her skin is accentuated by two small freckles.
She takes a breath, drawing my gaze to her breasts that are draped in the delicate material that shimmers darkly. It shows her curves, but there’s a demureness about the cut, the neckline that dips to hint at what lies beneath—not put it out on show. It’s hotter than it had any right to be. Just like her.