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“Listen to me. I’m describing a TV show, Corbin. That’s not real life. That’s not how it works.”
Corbin’s right hand collides with my face. Gently, but he’s never actuallythatgentle.
I gasp.
“If that’s your dream, Katie, then that’s what you deserve. Do not discount that for a second. If you were with me…”
Corbin twists his neck and suddenly stands up.
The beautiful young bartender looks at him, worried.
“Another,” he says to her.
She moves fast to get him a fresh beer.
I reach for his left arm. “Hey. You can talk to me too, Corbin. It goes both ways here. We have history.”
He pulls him arm away and rubs his jaw.
I stand up and face him. I move toward him, seductively.
This dress and Corbin’s presence give me a sense of confidence.
“I know you want this,” I purr at him.
I touch my right pointer finger to my bottom lip and pull. Then I run my finger down my chin to my throat.
I tilt my head back and groan.
“You should take me right here, Corbin,” I tease. “Or drag me out to your truck. Throw me against it as hard as you can.”
My finger moves down to my chest.
Dipping down into my cleavage.
Corbin jumps at me.
He pulls my finger away from my chest and then his other hand grabs the back of my dress. A tight fistful, hand turning. He towers over me.
“I will fucking crack your ass so hard right now, Katie, you won’t sit for a week,” he growls. “Fuck your dreams. One little question and you think you matter now? Time for you to go home and get into your fucking cage where you belong.”
I groan deep in my throat.
I’m soaked again. Or still soaked. Or even more soaked.
I’m not sure what it is.
I swear my panties are going to give up trying to absorb my wetness and it’ll soon be dripping down my legs.
My body is tight against his.
I feel myself swaying just a little. Almost like I’m dancing to a song that’s only playing in my head.
“It’s very dangerous to be near you, Katie,” Corbin says.
“What do you think you are to me? My life is fucked now. Completely fucked.”
“The whiskey makes you talk a lot, darling.”