“So...” I chewed my lip, my heart pounding when he lifted his gaze to meet mine in the doors. “Were you…” sent from Heaven? Just kidding. “Were you there for the entirety of that conversation? Downstairs?” I topped my question off with a nervous little laugh that went unreturned.
Damn it. The statue was already bored with me. He was utterly expressionless, without so much as a twitch of emotion on those exquisite features. But just as embarrassment started flooding my cheeks, I spotted a little glint in his eye.
“No.” He took his time to reply. “Just long enough to hear about how hard you want to get fucked tonight.”
Oh.
My God.
“Right,” I started slowly, biting down hard on my lip. “In my defense, I just had a bit of a catastrophic day, and tomorrow’s probably going to be worse. So I’m giving myself basically the next ten hours to do whatever I want.”
“Ten hours.” He eyed me curiously. “That’s not a lot of time.”
I was as flustered as it got so I attempted a casual shrug.
“That’s okay. I’m a simple girl.”
My pulse heightened as I watched the sharp lines of his features move, forming the sexiest little frown between his brow. Was it…? It was. It was teasing me.
“I’m not so sure that’s the word I’d use to describe you.”
My pulse picked up but I played it off. “No? Why is that?”
“Simple implies easily explained.”
“Which I’m not?”
He hesitated for half a second then gave a laugh. It was a low, velvet sound that had me instantly addicted.
“No. I already have… more than a few questions about you.”
God, why did it feel like he was talking dirty to me? He offered few words but every one made me absurdly hot. Even his pauses turned me on. I couldn’t help but prod him for more.
“What kind of questions?” I asked, trying to downplay my feverish curiosity. “You don’t have to be shy. Like I said, it’s a fuck-it kind of night for me.”
He smirked. “You sure about what you’re saying?”
No. But from this point forward, I’m going to act like I am.
“Yes.”
“Then I guess I’m just wondering how a girl who looks like you has trouble getting someone to pin her down,” he eyed me, “and fuck her as hard as she wants. Pretty sure any straight man would be happy to sacrifice a headboard or two for that.”
Oh Jesus.
It took everything in me to refrain from actually fanning myself. I had no idea how to respond to that. All I knew was that I had to get it together. I had only so much of an elevator ride left with this mystery man of few words, and I wasn’t going to leave it on him stunning me silent. It would be the greatest waste of serendipity known to man.
So tucking my hair behind my ear, I cleared my throat.
“What do… what do you mean someone who looks like me?” I finally asked.
“Don’t be coy. You know what I mean.”
I laughed. “I want to say I do, but I feel like I need to confirm, because this all feels very surreal right now.”
Crap. Was I supposed to admit this? Wasn’t I trying to play it cool? Whatever. Considering this guy’s level of hot, the fact that I was still breathing was nothing short of a miracle.
“Fine. I meant that you’re not just some average cute girl. You’re… ” He gave me that sexy laugh again as he watched the color rush to my cheeks. “Hot. Really fucking hot. The kind that makes men feel urgent.”