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The place is low key, cool, and almost impossible to get into. But then again, most people aren’t billionaires.
“That sounds…nice,” I say.
“Come on, my car awaits.”
And I feel like I’m both tumbling down from a frying pan into a fire and stepping into a fairy tale as we get into the car that pulls up at the sidewalk.
As we pull away, I think, what have I done?
Chapter Five
Hudson
“No! I can do it!”
Against my better judgement, I’m having drinks after a constructive dinner with Scarlett and enjoying myself.
The conversation meandered as we ate and sipped wine, because knowing all the hard facts in a four-week whirlwind relationship is red flag territory. Getting to know each other on the base level and clicking is more important. The other facts I can get, like anyone, and I’ll do that, but this is the foundation, and against the odds, there’s something there. A spark I can use, an attraction that’s real.
Right now we’re in a cozy little bar that’s all velvet and leather and low lights near her apartment. It’s one of those gems I wouldn’t know about, but Ryder does. And it’s exactly the perfect mix of laid back and intimate seduction.
“You can’t,” I say, my fingers loose on my Scotch glass as she ignores her lavender and bergamot martini and tries to tie a cherry stem in her mouth.
I don’t think she realizes just how erotic it is. That focus on her soft mouth and rose lips that no longer seem to have lipstick on them. I don’t think she knows the thoughts that go through a man’s head as he pictures her tongue moving, trying intricate moves in her wet mouth, and what those moves might feel like on his skin, in his mouth, on his cock.
“Damn.” She laughs and grabs a napkin and pulls it out. “Maybe I’ve lost that skill.”
“Maybe you never had it at all.”
“I might have been very drunk at college when I did it, but I did.”
She’s fearless. Not in the scale every mountain sense and swim with sharks, but fearless in how she might come across, fearless about the potential of making a fool of herself.
It’s guileless, subconscious, and incredibly sexy, and she doesn’t even know.
The woman rides about in shiny pants for crying out loud, and she shatters that pampered rich girl mode where looks and presentation and decorum are everything.
I’m aware there are the fame chasers, the outrageous heiresses, but I don’t go near that type and she doesn’t have that about her, either.
It’s just her. Scarlett.
And it’s something I can work with.
She leans in and her hand comes down on my thigh. The electric buzz of her touch ignites things inside and I shift a little closer to her because I want to, because I’m compelled to, and because I want to breathe in that flowery green scent of her with that erotic edge I didn’t notice earlier.
“Your turn,” Scarlett says looking up at me, a smile bringing her face alive in a way that makes my heart thump a little harder.
“Oh hell no, I don’t do that shit.”
The smile doesn’t fade as she leans in a little more, her hand staying where it is and says, “I bet you studied hard and smart, and when you got drunk, you kept it in check. Maybe sowed a few wild oats, but judiciously. And you did everything ahead.”
“You have an advantage,” I murmur, hooking a lock of her dark honey hair behind her left ear. Her hair is soft as silk and heavier than I thought, while her skin is like satin as my fingers brush against her cheek.
“I do?”
Her breath hitches a little and her pupils dilate and I know she’s turned on. It’s good, this. It makes everything so much better.
“Yeah,” I say, upping the charm a little, because having her where I want her is needed. “Your cousin?”
