Maneater (The Mavens, #1)

by Morgan Elizabeth

Sometimes, I feel bad about ruining the lives of men.

The first time I met Josie, I was enamored. The second time, I was annoyed. This is the twenty-second time I’ve bumped into her. Each time I left feeling slightly different, but this is the first time I’m leaving with blue balls.

I’ve never been on my knees for a woman, but my fucking god, the way she looks down at me like she knows she could own me if she asked nicely makes my already hard cock throb. She lifts a leg, placing it into the underwear before repeating the move with her second, and slowly, gently, reverently, I slide the fabric up her legs, making sure to graze my thumb along her pussy as I do.

“You’re perfect. You’re beautiful and funny, you’re insanely smart, even though you hide it, playing the idiot woman. You could have any man you want. You clearly make enough to afford two weeks at a place like this, and yet you’re always out there dating these assholes who, you and I both know, you are so out of their league it’s not even funny. It doesn’t add up.”

”I told you: I’m not here to fraternize with guests,” I say with a sigh that sounds disappointed even to my own ears. She tips my head to the side and aims a smile at me. “Is that so?” I nod, though when her smile widens, I know it was the wrong choice, that somehow I set myself up for her sass. “Then what are you doing up here, chatting with me?” “What?” “There’s a big group here. You don’t have to stand with me.” My jaw goes tight with her point, realizing that once again, she’s proving her point, winning this battle of ours. “Your denial is so cute, though, Rowan. Keep telling yourself that.”