Page 5 of Flirting with Trouble

She rolls her eyes. “Have you honestly never had bad sex?”

“I’m driving the train, so no, I haven’t.”

“You’re so arrogant. You’ve never been with a woman who just lay there?”

It’s time to show her who she’s dealing with. I thread my fingers into the ends of her long hair, tugging her closer. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret, sugarplum. I could make a dead woman squirm.”

She laughs, like I’ve made the funniest joke ever.

“Don’t laugh.”

“That wasn’t a very humble thing to say.”

“I was just being honest.”

“Okay, magic dick,” she says sarcastically.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten that there are many other ways to pleasure a woman besides fucking her.”

“Yes, I’m aware,” she says a little sharply.

“Are you?” I tug her closer. So close I can smell the whiskey on her breath. “I could make you beg for my cock using nothing more than a single finger.”

Her mouth opens like she’s going to say something, but she doesn’t say a word, and her brow furrows. “No way.”

“One finger.” I let that sink in. “Or the tip of my tongue.” I slide my tongue over my bottom lip, and her gaze tracks it. “My teeth are lethal, and don’t get me started on my—”

She puts her hand on my chest, her cheeks flushing as she pushes back, but only a few inches. “You’re an excellent storyteller. That’s more action than I’ve gotten in years.” She fans her face. “How about we go back to the tourist story?”

I was so caught up in her, I forgot I was in the middle of telling a story. I clear my throat, trying to shake the lust from my brain.

There’s no chance of that happening.

“Right. The tourist,” I say, forcing my brain into submission. “We hooked up, and the next day she told everyone who would listen that she was my girlfriend. I found her in the kitchen of my restaurant giving orders to the chef.”

Victory leans forward again. “No way.”

“It’s true. My brothers call her Kitchen Kelly. Some women are off their rockers.”

“Guys are no better,” she insists.

“Guys can be assholes, but are you saying guys have done worse to you than what she did? Because that was pretty bold.”

“You be the judge,” she says casually. “You know my company is fairly large.”

“How large? I need a visual,” I tease, earning another smile.

“Between the New York, LA, and London offices, we’ve got about sixteen hundred employees.”

“Now, that’s impressive.” We’ve been having so much fun, I lost track of the fact that she runs an entertainment empire. No wonder she wasn’t wowed by my owning a single restaurant. “So what happened? Did an employee try to climb you instead of the corporate ladder?”

“It wasn’t an employee. I’m too busy running the company to meet all the talent we sign, but I try to support them when I can. We’d just taken on a new fighter, and I went with the agent who signed him to see one of his big fights. After the fight was over, the agent stepped out to take a call, and I went to introduce myself to her client.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “He was schmoozing the crowd, and when he saw me, his whole face changed.”

“How? Like, damn, you’re hot? Or like, oh shit, there’s the boss?”

“Like a lion on the prowl who had just found his prey.”

“Seriously? Not that I blame him, but that’s ballsy.”