I find myself staring into them, losing myself in them. There is a depth there that pulls me in, a sensual, sexual charm that sends fire racing through me and makes my clit throb. I subconsciously push my thighs together and it sends a little shockwave through my pussy. It takes everything I have not to gasp out loud at the sensation.
For the next few seconds I can’t think straight. Neither can I break the spell of his mysterious eyes. I just stand there like a brainless goldfish gaping at his presence.
Dark and stormy. That’s what he is. Dark and stormy and downright dangerous. He curls one corner of his sensuous lips up in a mocking smile.
Being mocked can tear you out of any sexual limbo. It does the job for me. I clear my throat, suddenly hyper aware of where I am, of the crowd around me. No more than two or three seconds have passed since dark and stormy looked up at me, but it feels like he’s held my gaze for hours and I feel myself blushing slightly.
I force my eyes from his and his grin widens. Somehow, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Hell, he probably has this effect on women everywhere.
“Good evening,” he says to me.
His voice is low and gravelly, the perfect voice for his looks. The accent is Russian. For some weird, inexplicable reason, I imagine him close to me, whispering in my ear. I can almost feel his breath tickling my neck, his six o’clock stubble scratching my skin in a most delicious way.
For the love of God, get a grip, Cindy.
The casino is regularly frequented by members of the Russian Mafia, and this man certainly fits the bill to be one of them. I’ve never known them to cause trouble in the casino. They come here to have a good time and relax, but I am always on my guard around them. Dark and stormy is going to be no exception to that.
I flash him a totally professional smile as I get ready to give him my prepared spiel, but his next words stun me into silence.
“I was wondering when you were going to show up … Cindy.”
Alex
Her eyes widen with surprise when I say her name. I hold her momentarily unnerved gaze steadily. I want her to drink me in, to get a feel for who she’s dealing with. The expressions that cross her face make her transparent. I can hear almost the wheels turning in her head as her brain tries to figure out how a man like me would know her name. I watch her lips curve into a cool business-like smile. Ah, she believes she’s solved the problem; she’s the manager of the casino. I’ve heard her name mentioned … somewhere.
She’s wrong, of course.
In fact, I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to carefully engineer this situation to catch her attention. To get her down here. And now here she is. So beautifully predictable.
Look at her.
So confident. So smooth. So in control. Not a hair out of place, nude make-up, manly suit designed to hide even the smallest womanly curve, and uber-sensible shoes. She’s almost a parody of a successful businesswoman.
I drop my gaze to her mouth.
Look at the professional smile plastered on it. I imagine myself getting up and going to stand in front of her. In my mind’s eye, I reach out and shove my hand up her skirt. She struggles at first, but it’s just a token gesture. She wants it as much as I do. I work her clit until she can’t hold that condescending smile any longer. Her face changes, contorts with pleasure as I play sweet music on her clit. I hear her panting, hear her screaming my name as I push her over the edge. I imagine those full lips gasping my name incoherently after I make her come five times in a row. Her long blonde hair is all loose and hanging in sweaty straggles around her face. And I can almost feel her sticky juices on my fingers.
My cock stirs with interest.
She makes a small movement with her head and the strands of gold in her hair catch the light and sparkle, dazzling me. For a second she doesn’t look like a mere woman, but an honest to goodness Goddess! My brain freezes and my gut tightens.
What the fuck was that?
It’s my turn to be surprised. I try to keep my face expressionless, but I don’t like the effect Cindy Forrester just had on me. She made me lose my mind for a moment there. This has to be business, nothing more. I need to get my head back into the game. She’s no goddess. She’s just a woman. A beautiful woman.
But it’s not like I haven’t been around beautiful women before. All my life stunningly fabulous creatures have swarmed around me. Money is a great aphrodisiac. It made them as relentless as the flies on those luckless beasts roaming the plains of Africa. No matter how hard they tried they’ve never distracted me before. Not once. I take them. I play with them. I give them expensive trinkets. Then I walk away from them.