Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I roll my eyes at him.

“I’m just trying to make you smile, and apparently, I’m doing a terrible job. I’m a bit out of practice.” His eyes stay transfixed on mine.

I laugh. This guy is unbelievable.

His lips curl up slightly at the sight of me laughing. He looks around to find the cause of my laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“You are. You don’t expect me to believe that you haven’t taken a different girl out every night. I bet you have had a different model or actress or showgirl in your bed every night this week.” I raise my eyebrows at him, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t date. At least, I haven’t in a long time. Yes, I occasionally take a woman home to my bed, but even that happens rarely.”

“Define rarely.”

He shrugs. “Once a month. Lately, less than that.”

My eyes widen at his response, but I’m not sure I believe him.

“You are telling me, you only sleep with a woman once a month or less?”

“Yes, I only fuck once a month or sometimes less.”

I wince again when he says fuck although it’s less apparent this time. That was not what I had expected.

“Why? You could have any woman you want on any night you want. You’re good-looking and intelligent. You make more money than ninety-nine percent of the population. Sure, you act like a cocky ass most of the time, but your looks more than make up for it.” I stop talking when I realize I’m rambling about all of Killian’s qualities. This is the opposite of flirting. I should just shut my mouth.

He smugly takes my hand back in his. “Come on, we have a long walk ahead if you are wearing those shoes. And I want to get to dinner on time.”

I sigh and go with him. “Why?” I ask again.

He pulls me around a group of people dressed up like the band Kiss. They are followed by a woman who’s dressed up as Dolly Parton.

Really?

I relax a little though because I’m sure, wherever we are going, I’ll be dressed appropriately. Vegas isn’t known for its tame looks. People wear whatever they want to wear here, no matter where they are going.

“Just not interested in more than that, and women always want more after I fuck them. At night, they promise they don’t want anything more than one night, but the next morning, they are begging to go out again. I hate having to fend them off. Once a month is the max I can handle.”

“Why haven’t you found the one yet? I’m sure you want to settle down and get married. Most people your age have been married for years with several kids, old man.”

He glares at me. “Just how old do you think I am?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

“I’m thirty. Thirty isn’t old.”

I smile. “It is to me.”

He sighs. “God, you are such a child.”

I feel his grasp on my hand loosen. I frown. I want him to hold my hand tighter. I want him to want me. I don’t like him thinking about me as a child…except I shouldn’t want him to want me. I shouldn’t even be on this date.

“So, when is the last time you went on a date before tonight?”

Killian doesn’t look at me when he answers, “Three years.”

My jaw drops. “Three years? That’s a long time.” It’s also the same time that my father told him that he wanted Killian to marry me. Coincidence? I don’t know, but I’m too afraid to ask.

“When is the last time you went on a date?”