There had to be a way to move to the top of his suspect list. Oh! Oh! She’d convince him to take a break. “Your loss, baby. I’m super horny.” Horny to end his life! “I’m probably dying and only an orgasm will save me. I’d planned to invite you to my room for a couple hours of thought and reflection.” She leaned closer, as if she had a secret to impart, and whispered, “I heard you say you do your best thinking naked.”
His pupils enlarged, spilling over all that baby blue. A sign of sexual yearning. But he didn’t null and void his demand.
Daisy! She had one last ace to play. If he still turned her down, she’d hide out, then follow him to his hotel room. “Fine, I’ll go. Thankfully, you aren’t the only slice of beefcake on the menu. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. King. I know I will.” She blew him a kiss and pivoted, revealing her best feature: a rounded aster. Argh! A rounded ass-ter. Freesia! Stupid magic filter. She had a freaking rounded butt, okay?
He sucked in a breath. “Or stay for a few minutes,” he croaked.
Relief washed over her, cool and soothing. As hoped, her butt had succeeded where her wit had failed.
Tremors plagued Sunny as she eased into the chair across from him. He watched her every move while tracing a finger around the rim of his glass. His intensity drew goose bumps to the surface of her heated skin. Ignore the tingle of awareness. Ignore the crackle of need. Ignore the sizzle of want.
Without looking away, he raised an arm and snapped his fingers. A waitress came running, offering him a fresh glass of whisky. One he polished off in seconds.
She said, “What shall we—”
He slammed the glass onto the table, silencing her. Then he stood and extended a helping hand. “I’d already selected the night’s entertainment, and I never rearrange my plans. On the other hand, I’m a giver, incredibly generous, and your life hangs in the balance. So, I will do this for you.” He waved his fingers at her. “Come. Let’s go to my room.”
“My room,” she insisted, smiling again.
Silence. One beat, two. Then, he said, “Very well. Your room. I’ll ensure you survive the night.”
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