The Boss Deal - Penny Wylder Page 0,3
a full beat, and I hold my breath.
That breath, that breath lasts a little too long, and even he notices. The man chuckles, stroking his jaw with his thumb. “Breathe,” he says, bringing his glass to his lips as he takes the last sip of liquor inside.
Inhaling a deep breath, I feel the hot air as it fills my lungs. Snapping my eyes away, I stare into my glass. The man watches me, and I feel his eyes as they shift over my body.
The heat is what I feel most. He isn't just looking at me, he's deciding what he wants from me. His eyes leave stains on my skin. Like a burn you feel days later, I know exactly where his eyes have been.
My ass. My legs. My chest and face. His eyes are everywhere, and yet, I want more. I want him to keep going, to keep exploring, to stare at me with such need I can't help but feel paralyzed.
Swallowing hard, I try to firm my spine and keep it together. Because this guy doing things to me I can't control. My stomach fills with a million butterflies, and my heart starts to beat faster. My hands are clammy, and I feel my breathing coming short and shallow.
He's really fucking hot. Intimidating. Powerful.
The man begins to laugh, his head falling back hard as he runs a hand through his hair, his teeth brightly on display behind his smile.
I can't stop myself; I watch his muscles tighten under his shirt. Each one firms and ripples as his chest lifts with laughter, taunting me as if this is some sick game to see who will crack first.
I'm cracking. . . and I can't do anything to make it stop.
“You got a name?” he asks, letting his gaze slip to the other side of the room as if he's not watching me anymore. But he's watching, I can feel it.
“You got someplace else to be?” I ask, peering at him from the corner of my eyes as I sip the drink he paid for.
“Depends,” he says.
“Depends on what?”
“If you're going to be there or not.”
“Is that right?” Sitting up straight, I turn to face him.
He purses his lips and grins. “Could be, if you play your cards right.”
Rolling my eyes, I laugh. “I don't know where you get your lines from, but this is not the way.”
“No?”
“Um, no.”
“You sure? Because it seems to be working.”
“And what makes you think you even stand a chance with me?”
“Because if I didn't, you wouldn't still be sitting here.” He arches his brows as he takes a step closer. “Am I right?”
Shrugging a shoulder, I suck down the last bit of alcohol from my drink. I look into the empty glass and shake it so the ice clanks against the side.
The man bites his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. He nibbles it gently as he shakes his head up and down. “Another for. . .” He lets his words draw out as he takes the chance to try and steal my name.
“No, no names. Tonight is for reckless fun. Act first, ask questions later.”
Holding up two fingers, he says to the bartender, “Make that two.”
He places a glass in my hand and taps his against mine. “Are you toasting my irresponsible behavior?”
“No,” he says, lowering his face so his lips are almost touching the shell of my ear. “I'm toasting our irresponsible behavior.”
Maybe it's the alcohol talking, or the feeling that tomorrow my life's going to be different, either way, my cuffs are off.
Fuck it. Let it happen, don't push it away. That's why you're here!
Look at Vanessa, she's probably getting laid. You should too!
The devil sits on my shoulder, filling my head with reckless ideas. And I wait for the angel, I give the angel time to swoop down and tell me why this is a bad idea.
But the angel never comes. So, there's only one voice I'm hearing, and it's sounding very persuasive.
His cologne swirls through my senses, electrifying my nerves. I can't stop my eyes from closing, or my head from falling to the side as his lips graze my skin.
“Our. You say it like you already know how the night is going to end,” I grin as I say it, and run my fingers up and down the collar of his jacket. Closing the space between us, I lean into his chest. “I bet you think you're smooth, don't you?”
“Actually, I'm wondering if you're smooth.” His fingers brush