Chase gives another one of his trademark dramatic pauses, then con
tinues with the recorded video. “As you were told this morning, you are away from the house for twenty-four hours. What we didn’t tell you was how those twenty-four hours would be spent. Megan, you were to spend the day with Tristan, but you’ll be spending the night with Madden.” Chase grins on the tablet, lifting his fingers in a wave. “Have fun.”
The video ends abruptly, and I just stand there in shock. For some reason, I was under the impression that Tristan and I would have the entire night together.
I can feel his body behind me, no longer gentle but full of tension. I turn in his arms, not sure what to say. But before I can speak, the door to the suite flies open, and in strolls Madden, the smug look on his face almost surpassing the one Tristan wore this morning.
Tristan spins around as Madden claps a hand on his shoulder.
“Step aside, lover boy,” Madden says, “and let Megan see what a night with a real man is like.”
Tristan looks like he’s about to bust a blood vessel. His fists clench repeatedly, and I’m almost afraid this could come to blows.
But Madden just stands there with that smug grin on his face. I don’t know what to think. I was having a great time with Tristan, but now that I see Madden, dressed to the nines in an obviously custom-made suit, I want to spend time with him as well. I don’t know if that’s wrong after what all Tristan and I shared today, but it’s how I feel.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Tristan bites out, eyes blazing as Maya comes through the door.
She shakes her head. “Sorry, Tristan. You’re coming with me.”
He stands stock still for a moment, the muscles in his jaw ticking, and I have no idea what he’s going to do. Then he seems to make a decision and turns back to me. His expression softens and he brushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ears.
“Megan,” he says, cupping my face in his big hands, looking at me with that intensity that I’m starting to crave, “this was a perfect day. I’m so glad I got to share it with you.”
“Me too,” I say softly.
Tristan leans in, capturing my mouth with his, and my knees go a little weak with the slow seduction of his kiss. If he’s wanting to leave an impression seared on my mind while I’m out with Madden, he’s doing a damn good job.
When he pulls back, he whispers, “Have a good night, princess. See you tomorrow.”
He says it like a promise. Then Maya whisks him away and I’m left alone with Madden. The man who just had to stand there and watch me melt for another man.
Madden
I look at Megan over the rim of my glass and wink. Lowering it, I say, “You know sushi is an aphrodisiac, right?”
She grins. “Oh, is it now? Please, Madden, tell me more.” She bats her eyelashes in an exaggerated simper.
“Absolutely, baby.” Laughing, I lean forward, and she does the same. “It’s wet, it’s pink, it’s soft. Practically melts in your mouth.”
Megan’s eyes widen and her mouth falls open a little, and I can’t help but tease her a little more.
“Did that just make you wet for me, Megan?”
She blinks, flustered, and I give her a disarming grin. “I’m just messing with you,” I say, though I’m pretty fucking sure from the way she bites her lip that she’s turned on.
Good. After the way she reacted to that kiss from Tristan, I have to bring it. I was pissed this morning when I thought she’d be spending the entire day and night with him. But I found out real fast that the real twist was that I’d be showing up later.
Now we’re at Naoe on Brickell Key in Miami. And we have the entire restaurant to ourselves. Well, aside from the camera crew. But I’m not paying them any attention right now. All of my focus is on Megan.
I’m done holding it back. After that display in the room with fucking Tristan, I’m pulling out all the stops. Bringing my A-game. Showing her that I’m the one she wants.
Picking up a piece of sashimi with my chopsticks, I hold it up to Megan’s lips, watching as she opens up and lets me place it on her tongue.
Fuck. She makes me so goddamn hard. All I want right now is to crawl under this table and have a taste of her wet, pink folds. Because I guarantee she’s soaked right now.
“You like it?” I ask.
She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. I flash my dimples, already knowing she likes them. I’ve seen how she responds to me. Sliding closer to her in the booth, I lean down and whisper in her ear.