when she was so young. She probably hadn’t meant find a
certain kind of club that offered a certain kind of services for
its elite members and have a certain kind of experiences, but
she’d done it anyway.
Haley leaned forward, interested despite herself. Maybe that
kiss hadn’t all been an act. Claire knew what it was like to kiss
someone and feel nothing. She hadn’t missed the tremble that
had go
ne through Haley. She could feel the heat she was
throwing. She hadn’t leaned in, but she’d had to hold herself
back. If she asked Claire to touch her between her legs, she
was sure she’d find her soaking wet. Better yet, if Claire asked
Haley to touch herself between her legs…
Haley raised her head, discovering her newfound power,
tasting it in the air and liking it far too much. “You enjoyed it.
That kiss.”
“If you consider standing still as a statue—your words, not
mine—to be enjoyment of a kiss that was entirely lacking in
passion and experience, the worst kiss I’ve ever had in my life,
to be liking it, then yes, I enjoyed myself immensely.”
Haley’s eyes darkened with rage. Her hands balled into fists.
She was losing control, letting it slip away from her. She was
fuming her way straight for all the traps Claire set and she was
doing it magnificently. “You think you’re so great? You think
you’re seriously hot shit? You’re frigid. You’re cold. All you
care about is revenge for something that happened a lifetime
ago. You wouldn’t know intimacy if it crawled up your ass and
gave you amazing anal sex.”
Claire choked back laughter. Lord, that was good. She
actually liked that one a lot. “Such a mouth,” she said, shaking