“You’re clearly going to be there.”
“Jeez, it’s no wonder you’re single. Not only have you got a stick up your arse, but you’re a bit of a bitch.” I tilt my head, allowing my hair to flop into my eyes, hoping that I look innocent.
“Don’t give me that look. Nothing I can say touches your massive ego.”
“I think you could do with some loosening up, doll.”
Dropping my stuff on the sofa beside where she’s sitting, I turn on my heels and set about softening her rough edges. If I’m going to have to spend the next fuck knows how many hours with her, then it’s in my interest to make her at least a little more compliant.
I pull a small bottle of sauvignon blanc from the chiller, and a wine glass.
“Here, have this. If you’re nice, I might even let you share my cake.”
“I don’t want your damn cake.”
“I’m sure I can tempt you. It’s triple chocolate.” I wave it under her nose, and despite the fact that she wants to look indifferent, I see the way her pupils dilate. Almost like they did when they locked on my cock that night.
I drop down right beside her, stretch my long legs out, and make a show of eating my first piece, moan of satisfaction and all.
“You’re a real fucking pain the arse, you know that?”
“It’s not news to me, doll,” I say, I keep my tone light, not showing the emotions that statement threatens to erupt inside me.
“Carter, why can’t you be more like your brother? You’re a pain in my arse, boy.”
Shaking the memories away, I focus on the explosion of chocolate in my mouth and the tempting woman beside me.
“Of course it’s not. You drive everyone else crazy too?”
“Probably, but I have a feeling the crazy you’re experiencing right now is for you only.”
Her head snaps over to me, irritation filling her eyes. “I’m not feeling anything right now aside from crazy mad that you’re here ruining my peace, and apparently my impromptu trip to Vegas.”
“Vegas isn’t Vegas without a little temptation, doll. You need to embrace your inner wild child or you’re going to miss all the fun.”
“Let’s get something straight. I’m going for my brother and my best friend. I’m not going to lose everything I have on the tables or to get so wasted I forget the whole trip. Now, I’ve got work to do, so if you don’t mind shutting the hell up, I might go a little easier on you.”
This time, when she turns back to her tablet, she does at least turn it on, although I have a suspicion that she doesn’t read a word of the document that’s open in front of her.
Silence stretches between us while the chemistry that’s been sparking since our first disastrous meeting is still crackling away nicely. And that’s how I know she’ll give in to what she wants eventually. It might be easy to avoid when I’m not around, but sitting inches from her… I’m all she can think about right now, I’d put fucking money on it.
I eat half of the cake, enjoying every mouthful. But as sweet as it is, I can’t help craving a taste of something even better.
“You really should try this. It’s incredible.”
“Carter,” she warns, her voice low and husky. It does things to my body that probably shouldn’t happen in the first class lounge.
“Come on.” I elbow her in the arm. “Open up.”
I hold the fork full of chocolatey goodness out between us. After huffing a breath, she turns to look at it. Her eyes bounce between it and my eyes as she tries to weigh up her options.
“If I eat this, will you shut up and let me do some work?”
“Sure.”
She rolls her eyes before leaning forward. Her mouth opens, and fuck if my own doesn’t mimic the movement. She wraps her red-stained lips around my fork, and a groan rumbles up my throat at the sight alone. Her eyes shoot to mine, the brown impossibly dark as she stares up at me before she pulls the chunk of cake free and sits back.
“Hmm…” she says once she’s swallowed, quirking her lip. “I’ve had better.” She sits back in place, but I don’t miss her quickly checking me out before looking back at the boring shit on her tablet.
“I very much doubt that. I’m an expert when it comes to… cake, so I know for a fact that you’ve experienced some good shit.”
“Why are you still talking?”
I wince, making a show of zipping my lips shut before returning to finishing off both the chocolate cake and the Victoria sponge I also grabbed a slice of. I moan in delight with every mouthful. It’s good cake, but it’s not really that good. What amuses me so much is the way her shoulders lock up each time she hears the growl come from the back of my throat.
Once I’m done, I lean forward to place the plate on the coffee table, but just before it connects, the fork falls off the side, clattering right beside her foot.
I glance up at her when I feel her hate-filled stare burning into the back of my head.
“Whoops.” It was a total accident, but now I’m reaching forward to pick it back up, I can’t help but notice the opportune situation it’s put me in.
My knuckles brush the bare skin of Danni’s ankle a beat before she gasps and swiftly moves it away.
“I know what you’re doing,” she warns, “but I should tell you now that it won’t work.”
Placing the fork back onto the plate, I look back at her. Her pupils are shot from me just sitting beside her, her chest heaves, and her breasts press against the light fabric of her blouse.
“You might want to give your nipples the memo.”
Truth is, I can’t see them. I can only imagine how pert and ready they are. That’s only confirmed when Danni looks down at her chest in a panic.
Sitting back, I ensure my knuckles trail up as much of the bare skin of her calf as possible.
Leaning over, I brush a lock of her curly hair from her ear. “Your mouth can tell me whatever you want. Your body, however, tells a very different story, doll.”
“That’s enough.” She goes to move, but my hand landing on her thigh stops her as she’s about to lift her arse from the seat.
“This is only the beginning.” She shudders as my breath tickles over her sensitive skin and her muscles clench under my touch.
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Well, you’d better start believing, because it’s real, doll.” I sit back and once again stretch my legs out, my thigh pressing against hers as I rearrange my jeans, ensuring she knows exactly what I’m doing.
“Excuse me. I need to— No. I’m not explaining myself to you.” With her chin tipped up in defiance, she marches across the room to the bathroom. Her hips sway deliciously in her fitted skirt, and her legs look killer in her heels.
“Fuck,” I moan to myself. This trip could be fucking epic.
8
Danni
The second I read the message I knew there was a very good chance of this happening. There’s only one reason why Zach and Biff could want me in Las Vegas at the last minute, and I’m pretty sure it’s not to help out in his studio—which, coincidentally, it seems he set up whilst Harrison and Summer were there pulling a very similar stunt to what I’m assuming they’re about to do.