Conceited (Crimson Elite 3)

Swinging around, I try to pull it free but he doesn’t budge. “Let go.”

“Not until you agree to one date.”

I pull again, trying to get free, with no luck. “You’re hurting me.”

He drops my arm then looks to it. I turn, walking away again, but it’s no use. He’s like a dog that’s chasing a bone.

“Just one, what could it hurt?”

I swing around when we finally reach my car. “You never had time for me back then, why now?”

He looks me over and I know whatever he’s about to say will be the truth. Whether I like it or not. “You grew up, you have legs for days and tits that most women would pay for.”

“So you want me for my body?”

He thinks about it then nods his head. “Yes.”

I open my car door and wind my window down as I get in. Looking up at his perfect features—the way his eyes zoom in on me, making me think that what he said could somehow be a positive, and his lips that he licks would taste as good as I imagined—would it be worth putting my hate away for just one night.

Nope.

Not happening.

“Go and find someone else, and lose my number.” I pull out, only looking back once to see him smiling as he watches me drive away.“He’s so persistent, maybe you should just fuck him. Get it out of both of your systems,” Chad says passing me a glass of champagne.

“No, that would mean he wins.”

Chad leans forward to where I’m curled up, my legs tucked under my ass. “But you could win, too. Maybe a few orgasms.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Nope, I have my trusty BOB… aka my vibrator, and he does just fine, thank you very much.”

“Please, he buzzes so loudly it wakes up the neighbors. Get some real dick. Especially if it’s his dick you want.”

My cell buzzes and Chad reaches for it before I can.

“Asshole,” he mutters out loud reading the call screen. “Now, I wonder who that could be.”

He looks up to me then back to the cell and starts typing.

“What did he say? And don’t you say anything back.” He types some more and smiles at me. If Chad were straight I think I’d have issues. He’s perfect. Not as perfect as Falcon is, the asshole, but close to it. He’s got a flawless jaw which meshes well with his high cheekbones and blond hair, just a bit lighter than Echo’s color.

“Oh, fuck,” Chad says, his eyes widening as he stares at my buzzing cell. When he looks back to me his eyes are dancing with amusement. “Do you think he could possibly be gay?”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“Well, let me just say… you need that dick in your life.” He turns my cell to me and shoves it right in my face.

I scream as a dick is all I can see. “What the fuck?”

Chad fans himself. “Exactly, what the fuck. That, my dear, is a damn near perfect dick. Fuck! I want a dick that perfect.” He looks back at it then turns it again and shoves it in my face, so I have to see it.

“Why is he sending me pics of his dick?”

Chad’s right, that dick is very lickable. Oh, I mean fuckable. Shit! I mean good-looking. I shake my head at Chad who’s taking a photo of legs, exactly where my leg folds over. I’m confused until I realize he hits send. His smile is so wide as he starts laughing, handing the cell to me. It looks like he’s sent a photo of my ass, but it’s not. It’s my legs. Right under that dick pic.

“Stop. Now.” Reaching for my cell, I tuck it under the pillow and away from Chad’s interfering. He just wants me to have that dick. Which now is all I can think about.

“He’s not going to stop. You know that, right?”

“He will when he finds someone else who holds his interest.”

Chad shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I’ve not even met the man but no one chases a woman like that unless they want her. And he wants you.”

I get up, taking my cell and champagne with me, and kiss him goodnight.

He waves me off and reaches for his own cell. “Turn him gay… for me?” he yells.

As soon as I shut the door my cell starts buzzing. His name ‘asshole’ pops up on my call display.

“Yes.”

“You answered. I was contemplating leaving a message. One you could replay over and over again.”

“What do you want?” I sit on my bed and place him on speaker and open up the messages. I didn’t even need to read what his first one was to know. It asks if he can see me. Followed by Chad asking for a dick pic, which Falcon seemed to have no problem sharing with him. Or me. Whoever.