The Invitation Excerpt

He’s a man of a certain type. And I’m not talking about his looks, although they’re otherworldly. I’m talking about the aura around him. It screams playboy, and his behaviour seals my conclusion. I’ve no doubt sex with him will be an experience I won’t forget. I’ll probably crave more. I’m already unhealthily addicted to his persistence. And his hands.

“Have dinner with me,” he says quietly.

But I must stick to my guns. Be strong in the face of temptation. I have to make partner at the firm. I have to stick to the plan, remain focused. I’d make a mockery of myself if I didn’t. He’s already blindsided me with a bit of dirty talk and hand sex. I can’t even begin to imagine how distracted he could make me if I let him. “I shall politely decline.”

“I won’t accept your polite decline.”

“Then I won’t be polite,” I say, standing. “Fuck off.”

He laughs, and the sound alone forces me to lower back to the couch. “If there’s one thing you should know about me, Amelia, it’s that I love a challenge.”

“I think the one thing I should know is your name.”