shit on him in anything but a vocal way. I’m merely giving her a potential physical outlet. When you think about it, I’m kind of doing the world a favor.”
She was definitely doing his world a favor. She amused him. He liked the way her eyes lit up when she was plotting, and he absolutely adored the way she justified herself. How long had it been since he’d had fun with a woman that didn’t involve sex? Oh, this would involve sex eventually, but he was enjoying talking with her.
He wanted to get to know her.
“I think you should go and congratulate your friend.”
She winked and gracefully rose from his lap. He watched as she walked away and was aware of the satisfaction he felt that she was relaxed again. When she’d first sat down on his lap there had been a stiffness that belied her brazen attitude. Was she shyer than she seemed? Or was she working him for some reason?
He couldn’t discount the fact that she apparently had ties with the Russians and he was currently investigating a Russian. It would be smarter to keep his distance.
Or smarter to get in bed with her as soon as possible. How exactly could he find out what she was doing if he kept her at arm’s length? He would probably have figured out that big smelly dude who ran the underground bar in Morocco was actually running a terrorist cell if they’d been cuddling every night. Not that he would. Because of the smell and the extra dick in that scenario, but figuring Charlie Dennis out would be far easier if he was fucking her.
Damn that woman had a juicy ass. Firm and round, that backside was made for spanking. Her hair was down, the long tresses brushing the top of her cheeks. He would be able to control her with that hair. He would be able to sink his hand into it and guide her to his dick.
Yes, he should stick close to her to find out if she was playing him in some way.
His dick was talking. Luckily his dick was actually quite the strategic thinker.
She smiled as she greeted Helene and Marie, nodding Durant’s way. Charlie then turned to the bartender. He couldn’t hear her, but the bartender immediately went for a bottle of champagne.
Such a bitch. Thing was, he liked a bitch. He was kind of a bastard. Okay, he was an asshole bastard SOB most of the time. A strong bitch was the only kind of woman who could handle him.
Did he want to be handled?
The question floated out of his mind, and his whole attention was focused on the way Charlie moved and smiled and laughed. Marie said something that had them all smiling as Charlie started to pass out the glasses, and then the gorgeous French actress looked up at her expectantly.
Oh, she was good. Charlie raised her glass and then turned to Helene, saying something that made the younger actress go a lovely pasty white shade. It also made the subby producer’s shoulders slump.
Charlie proved she could keep up with the rest of them when it came to acting skill. She glanced around as though shocked at the reaction to her perfectly nice toast. She was mean, and that kind of got his…nope. He wasn’t going to play this sucker down. His dick was hard as a rock and twice as stubborn. It didn’t matter that she likely had another agenda and had just proven how good she would be at playing the game.
He was going to have her.
Marie tossed that probably expensive champagne right in her sub’s face and then went after Helene in a flurry of ridiculously dirty French. She pointed and screamed and suddenly there were dungeon monitors involved.
Charlie was a gazelle. She leapt over the now crying and on his knees sub, barely avoiding the crop that was suddenly in the Mistress’s hands. She dodged the dungeon monitors and found her way back to him.
He patted his lap. There was no need to go anywhere right now. Not when they had a show to watch.
She sank down and wasn’t so awkward this time. Her arm floated around his shoulders and she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered. “Was that fun for you, Master Ian? Because it was for me.”
She was a bad, bad girl. He turned his head slightly. He made it a habit to not kiss subs. Too intimate. A kiss, he’d found,