City of Sin - Chapter 29
Mason
What the fuck did I just say? I downed the rest of my wine.
"You want to take things slow?"
No, I want to fuck you on this table. "Yes."
She puckered her lips slightly as she thought about what I had just said.
I wanted to stand up and kiss her. I needed to taste her lips again.
I was completely out of my element here.
Why the hell had I just agreed to take things slow?
I never took things slow. I always took what I wanted.
And I wanted her badly. It was just in my head.
I wanted what I couldn't have. It was stupid and immature, but it was there.
A primal want. She was teasing me. I wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose.
But when I finally did have her, I was going to punish her for it.
I couldn't wait to spank her bare ass again.
I could feel myself starting to get an erection. Fuck.
She sat back down across from me. "I'm not sure I believe you."
"You sat back down."
"That's because I'm indecisive and soft."
"Trust me, baby, I'm hard enough for both of us."
She laughed and then stared at me with her big brown eyes.
Her laugh was enticing. I tried to shake away the thought.
Taking it slow was just a means to an end.
The goal was still getting her to scream my name with my cock deep inside of her.
It was just going to take more time than I originally thought.
And I wasn't one to back away from a challenge.
Especially when a girl like Bee was the prize.
"I'm bad at reading people," she finally said.
"I can tell. You dated Patrick."
She frowned. "I'm talking about you. The first time we met, you stole a taxi from me.
But I gave you the benefit of the doubt.
And then we did all those...things." She blushed.
"You even admitted to knowing all about those disgusting underground clubs.
But then the flowers, and saying you want to take things slow?
" She stared into my eyes. "I don't understand. What do you want from me?"
"I just want to get to know you."
"Okay."
"So, Bee, what is it exactly that you wanted to talk about?"
"This really is amazing," she said after taking a bite of her food. She was ignoring me on purpose. She had to be intentionally driving me crazy.
I tried the gnocchi. It was okay. "It is really good." I had never been to this restaurant before. I was just using what Vargas had found out to win her over. She wanted to ask me something, but she looked embarrassed. "I can tell you have a question for me. So spill it."
"How many women have you slept with?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. She did not want the answer to that question.
"Well, I mean, you must have a guess."
Oh God. "Dozens?" I tried to say vaguely.
"Dozens with an s? So like 24?"
"I'd say several dozen."
She scrunched up her face. "That's...dirty."
"Well you're the one with the dirty mind."
"Me?" She laughed. "Yeah right."
"You're asking about my number. So you must be picturing yourself beneath me, or maybe you prefer to be on top. Are you like a sex addict or something?"
She laughed. "You think I'm a sex addict?"
"You accosted me in a bathroom and an alley."
"Okay, hold on. It was the woman's bathroom, which you shouldn't have been in. And you literally carried me into that alley."
"Minor details." I winked at her.
She responded by rolling her eyes.
"You know, I'm clean, if that's what you're worried about." I gestured toward my lap.
"No, I'm not." She bit her lip. "But that is good to know."
"And what about you, Miss Sex Addict?"
"I'm not going to respond to that name. I'm not a sex addict."
"Right, you're actually a serial monogamist. Of course you're clean."
She shrugged. "At least I'm not a whore."
"Did you just call me a whore?"
"It depends. How many of the dozens of women that you slept with were your girlfriends?"
"I don't really do the whole girlfriend thing."
"I knew it. Just one night stands."
"I didn't say that either. I date. But I'm not one to settle down."
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"Not in a long time."
"You're being impossible."
"Impossible?" I smiled at her.
"Your answers are so vague. How on earth am I supposed to get to know you?"
"You're the one that's being impossible."
"I'm not."
"And stubborn."
"I..." she scowled. "I'll answer whatever questions you have."
"Why are you really still here?"
"Because I want to prove everyone wrong. I do have what it takes to be in advertising. I have great ideas, I just need to make people listen. I refuse to move back to Delaware just because my fiancé cheated on me. It would just be a copout. I need to be here. I need to do this for myself."
"That's very inspirational, Bee. But I don't mean in New York. Everyone comes here to prove that they have what it takes. I mean why are you with me, right now? Why didn't you walk out a minute ago?"
"I'm attracted to you."
"That's good to know." I leaned forward slightly. "I think you're sexy as hell, Bee."
"I've never really felt so..." her voice trailed off. "I like the way you look at me. Like I'm the only girl in the room. No one's ever made me feel desired like that before. I know we don't have that much in common. But I can't stop thinking about you either."
I have you right where I want you. "It's called sexual chemistry, baby."
She shifted in her seat as she crossed her legs together.
It was obvious that she wanted me. But tonight I was going to play the game like she wanted me to.
I wasn't going to touch her at all. Not even a kiss goodnight.
She'd be begging me in no time at all. I'd have to add the taking it slow route to my playbook.
"I just have to ask. That thing you do for your father's employees. What is it exactly?"
"It's nothing important. I'm trying to start my own ad agency. So I need the extra money. It's not a big deal."
"That's ambitious."
"Does that surprise you?"
"Not at all, actually. And I get it. I could use some extra money myself."
"Would you rather this be an audition?"
She gulped. "An audition for what?"
"Well, I could always use someone like you on my roster."
"What?"
"Bee...I'm joking." Men would pay a lot for her. But I wanted her for myself.
"Oh," she laughed.
"Now I have to ask. What exactly did Patrick tell you?"
"He made it seem like you were kind of...I don't know, like a pimp."
Fitting. "Do I look like a pimp to you? Am I wearing a purple fur coat with a cane?"
"No."
"There you go."