9 #2
“Yes, right here. Now will you be a good girl and let me lead?”
“I haven’t decided,” she says thickly.
It’s clear she wants me. She might not say it, but her body does—her flushed cheeks, parted lips, dilated eyes. Those sexy breasts heaving up and down.
Oh, darlin’, your lips might lie but the rest of your body screams the truth.
But something’s holding her back. Maybe she likes to be chased.
My right hand slides lower to the grey area between lower back and ass.
She wraps her hands around my neck, and we begin to rock slowly.
“See, this isn’t so bad?”
“Could be worse.” She’s biting her tongue. Maybe it’s a self-preservation thing. “I can’t believe you implied I’m a bad dancer. Kate said I was really coming along in the last lesson.”
I chuckle. “Kate’s a primary school teacher. That sounds like a line she uses on her students.”
Those eyes, fuck. They stop my breath short every time they focus on me. A shade I’ve never seen in anyone else.
“I know a lovely jazz bar in Soho where you can throw all the short-circuiting robot moves you want. Let’s grab some dinner this week then head there.”
“Dinner?” she repeats in a tone that suggests she’s never heard of the concept.
“Yeah. Dinner. This week.”
“Like a meet and greet with the design team? Shall I get our HR to arrange it?”
Either she’s torturing me, or the woman has been out of the dating scene for so long she doesn’t know an attempt to date her when it hits her in the face. “I think I’m capable of arranging it myself. No, I don’t want your design team to be there.”
“You and me? Us two?” She eyes me as if I’ve suggested we round everyone up to come outside and drink the Kool-Aid.
Not quite the reaction I’m used to. “My ego’s taking a bit of a beating here.”
“I’m sure your ego is fed just fine, Jack.”
Touché. “You’re not answering my question.”
“Is this to talk about the project?”
Jesus. “No. We won’t be talking construction over dinner.”
“So, it would be a friendly dinner?”
“No.” I pull her flush to me. “Does this feel like two friends dancing?”
Her upper thigh pushes against my erection at just the right point, and I can’t help but let out a low tortured groan. If she keeps on writhing against me like that, I might actually come in my pants like a pathetic boy.
I stare down at her, desperate to touch her. I run one of my hands up her rib cage and under her breast, making her breath hitch.
Her hand leaves my neck and runs down my chest. She tugs on my nipple ring again triggering my hands to travel south to cup her sexy ass so possessively that her feet lift slightly off the ground.
I can tell she’s wearing those large spandex pants. Probably best, a thong would have tipped me over the edge.
We are both really fucking horny, shifting from side to side pretending to dance when we’re dry humping in our clothes.
“Bonnie,” I prompt hoarsely. “Is that a yes?”
“I’m busy for the rest of the year,” she deadpans, except it comes out breathy. She’s fucking with me. I think. Little does she know her feistiness is my aphrodisiac. “Besides, haven’t you forgotten you’re already on a date? Lining up a date on a date isn’t cool, you know.”
“Who? Michelle? She’s not my date. She asked if she could come with me. She wanted to see Sean get married.”
Still, she eyes me sceptically. “I didn’t think I’m your type. I’m surprised you’re even interested.”
I pull back slightly so I can properly look at her. “Does it feel like I’m not interested?”
“That’s because I’ve had four hours of professional help getting ready today. I don’t look like this every day.”
“Really?” I grin. “You don’t usually look as if you’ve been in a fight? It’s not going to work in that case.”
She slaps my chest, but I tighten my grip on her.
“I’m aware of what you look like when you’re not playing bridesmaid,” I say seriously. “If you want to turn up in those tight yoga pants, be my guest. Believe me, there is nothing you could wear that could make me any less attracted to you.”
“ Oh. ” She bites down on her lip. “You’re very sure of yourself, Jack Knight.”
I shrug. “I know you’re attracted to me too.”
This does not go down well. Her scowl is so fierce she looks constipated.
“You made that obvious when you watched me in the bathroom.”
The bright Viking eyes widen in horror. “You saw me.”
I chuckle. “That’s how mirrors work, Bonnie.”
“But you acted like you didn’t see me.”
“Did I?”
She groans. “Oh, my God, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. I’m happy to give you a repeat show any time.” I wink. I just can’t help myself. “Don’t worry, it’s not as intimidating as it looks.”
Her jaw drops. “Were you always this arrogant or was it the biography that did it?”
My lips twitch. “So, you’ve read it?”
“I don’t need to read it—your life is splashed over the tabloids.” She rolls her eyes. “For my clarification . . . you’re talking about an actual date ?”
I’ve never been cross-questioned this much when asking a woman out. “Yes, Bonnie. A date. Me and you.”
Excitement flashes across her face then it’s gone.
Someone clears their throat from behind me.
Bonnie jumps away from me as if I’m contagious.
I turn to see Damon, a guy that Sean and I went to school with, watching us in amusement. Michelle Allard, the face of my hotels, appears behind him.
She stops short when she sees Bonnie with me. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Jack.” Her eyes narrow. “What’s going on here?”
Damon smiles condescendingly. “I think that’s obvious.”
“Nothing,” I reply coldly. Damon Manning is the last person I need to know my business. “Bonnie and I were having a chat.”
“You’re needed inside,” Michelle says coolly. “I said I would find you.” She eyes Bonnie. “And now I have.”
I sigh and turn back to Bonnie, leaning in so only she can hear. “Dinner. This week. I’ll message you so you have my number.”
As I turn, I swear she curses at me under her breath, which only makes me chuckle.
It’s not often I have to play a game of cat and mouse but if Bonnie wants to play . . .
Game on.