Page 14 of Widow Mayker

“What’s this proposition, Miss Heir?” he questioned.

Blinking, I came out of my own head to find him peering down at me.

Boldly, I professed, “I’d like one night with you.”

His head tilted again, but it was the glare and gleam in his eyes that gave me pause. Maybe this wasn’t smart after all. He’d devour me outside of the bedroom let alone inside of it.

He stepped closer to me, closing the tiny space between us. I gasped and had to lean further back to see his eyes.

“You want a night with me?” he quizzed, skeptically.

Thankfully, he couldn’t hear my heart beating out of my chest. Keeping up the façade of bravery I’d worn since stepping inside his club, I nodded and confirmed, “One night.”

His eyes roamed over my face and, for a second, I thought he’d turn me down. Then, he smirked and said, “Come with me.”

Gulping, I followed close behind Kody. Glancing back at my section, Maja stood at the banister. With a sly smile, she tipped her glass to me. Inwardly, I shook my head. Her ass was just as crazy as me for agreeing to this shit. I followed Kody through the crowd and all the way to his private section overlooking the entire club. The guards at the entrance wore identical curious gazes but minded their business. Ol’ girl was sitting in the section with a couple other women. Each of them looked bothered as hell. Hopefully, Kody didn’t think I was into a group thing. Hell, I was already terrified of having sex with him. He couldn’t just throw me off the deep end.

“Have a seat and relax,” Kody told me. “You want a drink?”

“No thanks,” I replied while taking a seat. The inside of his section was light years ahead of the other state-of-the-art sections. I could see the whole club from every angle. Kody sat right next to me. That was when my nerves took over. This man wasn’t anything to play with.

“Explain why you want a night with me,” he prompted.

One thing I prided myself on was that I was a straight shooter. I didn’t mince my words, and I never beat around the bush. “Recently, I turned thirty.”

“Happy late birthday,” he muttered.

“Thank you, but that’s the thing. I wanted something special for myself, and I’m taking a leap to get it.”

“And that is?” he questioned.

“I want to lose my virginity. But not to just anybody. To you.”

His eyes reflected something dangerous and sexy at the same time. It caused the heat surrounding us to triple as his eyes dipped to my middle. They lingered for a second, and his nose slightly flared.

“One night only. Not strings attached. Anything goes,” I stated.

“Anything goes?” he quizzed.

Glancing at the women sitting on the couch opposite us, glaring at me like they wanted to kill me, I clarified, “Between me and you, of course. It’s my night to of being liberated, so I’m going for it.”

He smirked. “I haven’t eaten pussy since college. Which translates to I don’t eat pussy, ass, or none of that shit.”

“You’re going to eat mine,” I declared without missing a beat. “Once you do, I’ll be the most addictive thing you’ve ever known.”

When his eyes finally climbed back to mine, I knew he was about to say some shit that I didn’t like. No lie behind his gaze.

“It takes a lot for me to admit when I’m intrigued,” he mumbled. “However… I am.”

A flitter of hope surged through me, but I kept it cool.

“With that being said, my dick ain’t the dick to break you in, lil’ baby,” he said.

Although he was likely right, it burned me that he’d denied me. I took the rejection with a smile. There wasn’t a nigga on earth who could control my emotions. Not after the shit I went through. Kody’s right to reject me was his; I had to be okay with that.

Holding my hand out, I smiled and replied, “It was nice meeting you, Kody.”

He took my hand in a handshake that lit me on fire. Although delicate in the way he gripped my hand, it was enough pressure to cause my breath to hitch.