“You’re very crass,” she snapped. Her jaw ticked with her annoyance, but that flush betrayed her the same way her body did.
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea. And I promise, you’ll like it, if you give it a chance.”
“Doubtful.”
“Hardly. You know, I was going to give you an orgasm, maybe two or three, before we got to dinner, but I guess you don’t want those.” He winked at her. “They would have been the best of your life, because I doubt your fingers or any vibrator would do the job half as well as my tongue.”
Colette blew out a hard breath. “Yeah, well, I don’t need one. And for your information, I think your skills are highly overrated.”
“Based on the ten seconds you just allowed me between your legs?”
“No!” Her eyes shot to the window. “Based on the fact that my fingers and my vibrator do a more than satisfactory job.”
“Oh. I see.” He nodded slowly, like he was deep in thought. He kept his eyes trained on her, even though she refused to look at him and found the window and the passing scenery vastly more fascinating. “Not only are you a virgin, virgin, you’re also a good orgasm virgin. When you make yourself come, do you settle for just once? Or do you go back for round two and three?”
She bit down on her bottom lip, refusing to dignify that with an answer, and he knew he was right.
“I hope dinner is good at least,” he muttered. He waited until her head slowly swiveled back to him, like some comical version of a pissed off horned owl. All that was missing was the burning yellow eyes, but those greys were doing a pretty good job of glowing feral all on their own. “Because I am. Absolutely. Starved.”
CHAPTER 7
Colette
It was pretty clear, by the time their dessert, arrived, that she’d made a deal with the devil.
Hell, it was clear far before they even arrived at the restaurant.
She was uncomfortably wet and uncharacteristically hot. It felt like she was boiling alive in her own skin. She’d never felt that way before and of course, it was all because of the demon sitting across from her. He was no less imposing at the table than he had been in the confined space of the car. No less composed either, even after what he’d done.
If she’d learned one thing, it was that Blaze Hanson had no shame.
And a wickedly talented tongue.
Which she, of course, wouldn’t truly admit to herself. She’d just sampled it. She didn’t really know that for a fact. And if she was more experienced, she probably wouldn’t have been impressed. In the car. Or by the way he was slowly licking cheesecake off his fork like with every bite he was imagining tasting her instead.
Don’t forget that he’s an asshole. That he’s a smug, stuck up bastard who is far too confident in his reputation and his so-called talents.
Don’t be taken in by a pretty face.
A really pretty face.
Or an expensive suit. Or the rock-hard abs and huge broad shoulder below. Or the way he rolled up his sleeves so that his forearms are sticking out.
Damn it.
She couldn’t not be flattered by the way he kept looking at her all throughout their expensive meal. He’d ordered for her. Not because she’d told him to, but because he was a dick like that. He somehow picked the exact thing she would have ordered for herself and that just pissed her off further. It was some chicken and seafood dish with a white wine cream sauce that she was pretty sure was made out of pure gold because it certainly tasted that way.
Colette had never felt sultry in her life. She knew that her curves were just so-so. That her breasts were on the small side, that her waist might be narrow, and her hips didn’t flare out enough and that her ass was definitely not lush or supple. She was average height. Average built. Average all around. She wasn’t a blonde. She didn’t have blue eyes. Her face wasn’t shaped like the kind that was splashed all over magazines.
So why then, did Blaze keep studying her as if she was all of those things? Tall? Blonde? Stacked. A model worthy of magazines and billboards alike.
“So…” Blaze swirled his fork through his cheesecake and somehow made sticking it between his lips the most sexual thing on the planet.
Colette hated that the heat shimmering under her skin turned up a thousand notches, reaching near furnace levels. She squirmed a little in her chair as his eyes landed directly on her, scalding her with a heat all of their own.
“Tell me how you managed to wind up the youngest employee at HBAD. How did you manage to get your pretty, little, tight ass hired at eighteen?”