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Sometimes, I feel bad about ruining the lives of men. Sometimes, I catch glimpses of a different version and see past the carefully crafted one meant to pull unsuspecting people into his web.
“If you’re trying to make me feel bad about conning him out of two hundred bucks, you’ve got the wrong woman, babe. I don’t feel bad for a man who is clearly married and hitting on women at a bar. And I definitely don’t let random assholes like you make me feel bad about any decisions I make in my life.”
“You know, I think in an alternate universe, we could be friends. You with all that sass, absolutely no filter, and—” I cut him off before he can continue. “And you with your dry personality and clear obsession with me?”
Oh, god, this man is dangerous. Not because he clearly is an ass or is making assumptions about me, but because that smile could be absolutely catastrophic if used correctly.
“Put her other drinks on here. Keep the previous payment as a tip. And a fresh glass, if she wants,” Rowan says.
“You know, the whole grumpy asshole thing is kind of hot, but I bet you’d get laid more if you dropped it.”
“I feel like you’re not an easy woman to impress, Josie.” “Seems like all of your obsessing over me has paid off a bit.” “I’m not obsessing over you,” he lies. “Sure you aren’t, baby.”
“How’s that whiskey you hate so much taste now that it’s on my tongue?”
“You have to prove yourself worthy before you fuck me, Mr.—” I pause, realizing I don’t actually know his last name. “Fisher,” he says, then slides a finger into my wet pussy. “But you can call out Rowan when you come.”
“That was just the start, Josie.” His hand lifts, wet fingers moving to my lips as I stare at him with lust and need. “Clean these.”
“Be a good girl and take my cock out and then wrap those pretty lips around it.”
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.
“If you want me bad enough…a big, powerful man like you…you’ll find me.”
As if I don’t have enough on my plate, the world drops this utter distraction of a woman into my lap. Just my fucking luck.
For some crazy reason, I want a man who is an asshole to everyone but treats me like a princess.
“I think we both know how in tune I am to your pleasure, baby.”
“I like keeping people on their toes, getting them to underestimate me. Makes things much more entertaining.”
“That’s the sexiest part about a successful man: not what they have, but how they got it. Hard work, determination.”
“I’ve been around the world, and I’ve never met anyone like you,”
“I’ve been charmed by you since you turned me down six years ago.”
It wouldn’t take much to close the gap between us, to press her body against mine, to press my lips to hers, to tell everyone in this fucking room that she’s mine.
I could handle the wild version of her—the flirt, the chaos—so long as at the end of the day, it’s my eyes she searches for in a room.
Fuck it. Fuck this game we’re playing. Fuck keeping my distance. Fuck whatever secret she’s hiding away. God, right now? Fuck this job if it means I lose the first woman who has made me feel this wild and untamed.
“I’ve never wanted to hit someone more than I did watching you flirt with him on the fucking CCTV. I’m so fucking lost for you that I’m stalking you, scraping through soundless camera feeds for the smallest snippet of you.”
“I already know exactly what you like, what you need. I already know your body better than you know it, and I’ve never even been inside of you.”
Last night, I felt more fulfilled having Josie in my arms than I ever have by any professional accomplishment in my life.
“Except there’s this brunette who I can’t stop thinking about, and every time I’m at work, all I can think about is spending more time with her.”
“What a fucking good girl you are,” I say, stroking a finger down her cheek, then moving to wrap my hand around her throat. “Swallow now, baby. Let me feel it.”
“It’s an absolute honor to taste myself on your tongue, Josie. To know how it got there, that you trusted me enough to give me that? It means everything to me.”
“So fucking pretty, so fucking perfect. So fucking mine,”
“Yes, I’m yours, Rowan,” I moan. “You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?” “Oh my god, yes,” I agree, face in his neck as his thrusts become harder, deeper, more consuming. He’s grunting now with each movement, and each time he bottoms out, I tighten. “And I’ve always been yours,” he says through gritted teeth, like he needs to get this out before he lets it take over him.
The confession that it’s not one-sided, but I own him just as much as he owns me, is what sends me over the edge.
I’m not letting this woman go, assignment or not.
The universe can only give you so many signs before it stops caring if you take the hint or not. And I’m telling you right now, I’m taking the hint.”
“God, watching you work your magic was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Rowan growls as his body presses me against the door, something he seems to really love doing.
“I want everyone to know you’re mine, Josie. That’s what you are, conversation or not. You’re mine. If you’d like me to take this call with you on my lap, I’ll be happy to. It’ll cause a stir, but if that’s what you need or want, then we’ll do just that. I’ll show everyone you’re mine.”
Because a part of me does want everyone in this fucking hotel to know that Rowan is mine, that he’s fucking me and only me.
He might be a jealous, possessive idiot, but so am I, it turns out.
“I have all the confidence in the world in you, Josie.”
“Because I was made to be yours, Josie. It just took us a while to figure it out.”
“I know, I know. It’s a lot, getting saved by a five-four hottie in heels and all, but I am going to need you to snap out of it.”
“I don’t know if you know this, Rowan, but I’m kind of high maintenance. A man-eater, some would say. If you don’t give me what I need, I’ll just chew you up and spit you out.”
