Page 15 of One More Night

She shoots me down fast and hard. “You know, you’re quite ugly when you lie.”

“Pardon?”

She slings her purse strap over one arm, resting it in the crook of her elbow as she slams the other hand on her hip. “A nice surprise to see me? Pfft. Please. You couldn’t wait to get rid of me two nights ago.”

Fuck. What do I say now? This is not how I planned this conversation to go.

“Well, excuse me, but last time I checked women didn’t pick men up in a bar if they wanted anything other than a casual bit of fun.”

“Bit of fun.” Her lips press into a flat line as she nods. “Nice to know where I stand. Thank you, Mr. Bowman.”

Her shoulder hits my arm as she passes, her face a goddamn storm. Before I can think the consequences through, my hand shoots out and I capture her by the bicep.

“Wait.”

“Remove your hand, please.”

“Only if you promise to hear me out.” My heart hammers like a goddamn piston, pumping blood to the worst places in this point in time. But her arm beneath my touch… fucking woman drives me to distraction.

“One minute. I have places to be.”

Right. I’ve got this. Entirely.

“Fifty-five seconds, Jordan.”

I’m fucked.

“I was rude.”

“No kidding.”

“But.” I lift my palm as I remove my hand from her. “I was caught off guard, so I acted a little …”

“Like an asshole?” she quips.

“You could say that.”

Her stare is blank. “What do you want from me?”

Hot sex. Blowjobs. Your tits in my hands as you ride my cock—“A second chance.” Forever.

She blows out a loaded breath, gaze drifting past me as she seems to think the proposition over. “No.”

Wait. What? “Sorry?”

“No, Jordan.” Her gaze slides back to me, cool and calculated. “Find yourself another ‘bit of fun’ to practice on.”

“Corinne …”

“I believe you have a meeting you’re required in.” She turns and heads for the lifts.

I’m not the kind of man to beg, but, “Please.”

“No, Mr. Bowman,” she sasses as makes her way through the maze of cubicles. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Pleasure … I’ll give her pleasure.

She might think I already did, but hell that was simply the warm up.

Game on, little girl.

Time to play with the big boys.

Big boy.