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His eyes twinkled with mischief, and I instantly regretted it. “She asked if she could get me anything.”
“Ah. And by anything?” I made a crude hand gesture and he burst out laughing. “So, I am not wrong?”
“No, you're not wrong. She would do anything I asked,” he smirked, and I shook my head, facing the window again. The image of that girl giving him a blow job the other day came to mind. We hadn’t even discussed what had happened that day. I think he mentioned it when I turned up drunk at his house after the mugging, but I can’t be sure. My memory is a little foggy.
“Well, don’t let me stop you... You never have before,” I wasn’t trying to sound jealous or bitter because, honestly, I wasn’t. Not about that incident, but it still sounded as if I was from my tone.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, leaning to the side to give me his full attention.
“Just that I am sure your girlfriend would have something to say about what you get up to on planes with pretty servers, but luckily, I am not her, so don’t let me stop you.”
His eyes narrowed and I felt his instant irritation at my words. Which part I wasn’t sure. “Girlfriend?”
I rolled my head to the side and gave him a knowing look. “The black-haired beauty that was well acquainted with your...” I nodded down to the direction of his trousers and saw the realisation register on his face.
“Mia? She is not my girlfriend. Just a friend,” he said with a shrug, and I scoffed.
“Just like the server is ‘just your friend?’”
He glared at me again and I held his gaze in challenge. “No. She is a server. Mia and I have an arrangement. Had an arrangement.”
That sparked my interest. “Had?”
“It no longer applies.”
“Why?” It was out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
His eyes flickered down to my lips for a second before returning to my eyes and I felt my stomach flip. “Because of you.”
“Me?” My voice came out in a squeak.
His slow, lopsided smile made my heart flutter. “Yes you. After that day, I realised.”
“Realised what?” I whispered. This felt dangerous. Like I was walking into a burning fire with no way out, but I couldn’t stop my legs from moving.
“That you were the only one who could give me any pleasure. Your eyes alone made me come that day. You were the object of my desires, and I would never be satisfied with anyone else.” His voice was low and husky as he spoke, causing me to gulp down my instant arousal. What the... “You can’t deny that you didn’t feel it either, Olivia? The connection. Or are you going to tell me you have a thing for watching people fuck?”
His crude words made my cheeks blush and I looked away. “No! Of course not!”
“Just me then?” The amount of pleasure and smugness in his voice made me irritated beyond belief. “It’s okay, bambola. No need to be shy. I will put on a show for you anytime, but I would rather you were the one I am with.”
I grabbed my bottle of water from the table and gulped at it like I hadn't had a drop for days. I can’t believe this man. The ego on him! But was he wrong? Of course, he wasn’t. I had never done anything like that before in my life, but what surprised me more was how much it turned me on. How muchheturned me on. That moment wasn’t about that girl, Mia. It was about us. And we both knew it.
“What’s wrong bambola? Lost for words?” He taunted. I turned and glared at him. “OK.” He raised his hands in the air in surrender. “Do you ever loosen up and just have fun?”
“I’m actually a lot of fun and really nice until you annoy me and, unfortunately for you, you seem hell bent on annoying me every day,” I folded my arms across my chest.
“OK, let's test that theory. Question round. We each ask light-hearted questions to get to know each other better and we both have to answer.” I looked up into his amused face and realised he was serious.
“Really? Why?”
He groaned and threw his head back against the headrest of his chair. “Because... I want to know you better obviously.”
I narrowed my green eyes at him to try and work out if he had an ulterior motive or if he was being genuine. I gave up after a few seconds and shrugged, “Fine. But as soon as you start to annoy me, I'm giving you the silent treatment.”
“What is your favourite colour?” he asked and I giggled at the innocence of it. It was not what I was expecting.
“Really?”
