“I wouldn’t know, Julie, because none have dared to disobey me.”
Could he get any hotter? I think I saw a tendril of smoke coming off that taunting tongue.
“I see.” Heat rushes through me. “Well, what would happen if one did?” I ask, teasing now.
“You’re leading me to believe that you’re not very obedient.” His words are casual, but his hand squeezes my thigh, full of meaning.
“I’m not,” I reply. “You’d probably have to punish me. With your… whip.”
Time seems to stop in the moment the words leave my mouth. This is so not me! The things I’m saying are things that Callie would say. I’m pulling off her game better than I’d thought I would. Even it if doesn’t seem like a ploy anymore, but rather a woman flirting with a man for no other reason than to get closer.
No photographer. No pretenses. Just natural, enigmatic, physical connection.
Andrew stands and my heart drops. Before I can lament having screwed this up so fast, he takes my hand, grabs his drink and indicates that I should do the same.
“Come,” he says. I follow his command.
Leading me to the corner of the room, we find an empty table and he scoots the chairs together, holding mine as I sit.
It happens fast, this new privacy and the way he turns and takes my chin in his palm. His cologne plays on my senses as he leans into me. His lips are close enough that sparks jump like electric kisses over my lips. Swallowing hard, I can’t figure out if I’m more nervous or aroused.
“You might want to disobey, to deny my desires. But in the end, punishment won’t be necessary because you’ll bend and do exactly as I say.” Andrew winks, but there’s little humor in it. The depth of his expression reveals that he’s serious, and more than a little determined to test his theory.
So am I.
But I play it off, because the danger I wanted to avoid before? Here it is, full-bodied and wrapping around the both of us. Andrew is more man than I know how to handle. Yet, I’ve started this and I want to know where he’ll take it.
I look at his lips. “That’s very arrogant of you.”
“Perhaps.” He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Arrogance can be sweet with a payoff like this.”
“Like what?” I’m asking even as his lips touch mine. That first soft press sends sparks in every direction, all of them pooling between my legs. His grip tightens around my waist as the kiss deepens. His lips part, encouraging mine to follow suit. I do, welcoming the slide of his tongue along mine before he plunges it deep into my mouth.
My nipples harden, pleading to be pressed against his chest. A moan works loose from my throat and I feel his smile—satisfied with himself for making me melt so easily. Heart pumping, fire laces my veins, my fingers clenching with the need to touch him. But if I do, I’ll unravel and do exactly what he predicted: anything he asks.
Andrew pulls back, his thumb making a soft sweep across my bottom lip. The sound of my breathing fills my head, followed by something else…something annoying, like my phone.
“Oh!” I reach for my clutch with trembling hands, and rummage around before finding my cell. “Excuse me a minute.” I don’t look at Andrew as I open the text message. I need the space to pull myself together.
It’s from Rob. We’re good. Meet me in the lobby.
Rob. In a flash, I remember what I’m doing here – and why I started flirting with Andrew in the first place.
It was all just a job.
I’ll be right out, I reply, then tuck my phone away.