Her mouth drops open, and she blinks rapidly, like she can’t believe what I just said.
“What’s the matter, baby? Never had a man talk dirty to you before?”
She bites her lip, then gives herself a little shake before smirking up at me. Then with a toss of her hair, she spins on her heel again and walks toward the door, her hips swaying in a way that makes me want to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk straight for days.
With one last glance over her shoulder, she calls back to me, “Maybe next time.”
Emilia
What the hell was that? Dude is, like, intense.
Those eyes. I’m still trying to figure out if Evan’s some kind of vampire or some shit, compelling me to do his will.
And you know what? If he is, sign me up. Take a fucking bite out of me. Please.
But not tonight.
I walk toward the elevator, replaying everything that just happened. And god, if I’m still going out, I’m totally going to have to change my panties now. Because Evan was right.
I’m totally fucking wet for him.
As I reach for the elevator button, I realize my hand is shaking.
I, Emilia Adams, am shaken up over a guy. What even?
I pride myself on never letting my guard down. All fun, all the time. The party girl.
The one you can count on for a good time, maybe for a good fuck, but who always has the upper hand.
But right now, I’m totally rattled by what just happened.
The only thing I know for certain is that I need to stay far, far away from this guy Evan.
And I also know, somehow, that it’s going to be impossible.
Not just because we live in the same building, either. But because I’m pretty damn sure I won’t be able to get him out of my head until I’ve satisfied my curiosity.
It will be on my terms, though. Not his.
I’m half-angry, half-turned on when I think about the way he oh-so-casually just assumed that all he had to do was flash that infuriatingly charming grin and say a few dirty things in that sexy, rumbling voice and I’d be putty in his hands.
Nope. Not this girl.
But fuck, I’m practically vibrating from his touch. Just the memory of how it felt to have his breath on my neck, his hard body beneath my hands h
as me whimpering out loud.
Jesus.
“Pull it together, Em,” I mutter to myself as the elevator chimes and the door whooshes open.
He’s not my type. At all. Yet, somehow, I feel like he’s everything I’ve been missing and didn’t even know.
But that’s ridiculous. Fanciful, even. I roll my eyes as I angrily punch the button for Erin’s floor.
Nope. Not going to do this. I’m going to go straight to Erin’s apartment and drag her ass out for a night on the town.
Just as the elevator door starts to slide closed, a tanned, muscled arm pushes back against it, and it opens up again.