Fuck.
It was the hottest little number he had ever watched: every flip of her hair had his cock twitching, and when she started snaking her legs around the pole and danced to it, with it, and around it like it was a twelve-foot dick of steel she was about to make love to…
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The moment the lights shone down on Spencer, she had been petrified by fear, but all her insecurities instantly disappeared the moment she saw the look on Etienne’s handsome face when she started to dance. The way he was looking at her made Spencer feel like she was J. Lo and Shakira combined, and oh, when he suddenly came to his feet and started walking towards her…
His presence exuded so much danger and power that it had the kids around him quickly jumping out of his way, and she had to struggle not to laugh when even those who were obviously already high with recreational drugs sobered up quick and stumbled back at the sight of him.
Etienne reached her just as the song ended, but even as thunderous applause rocked the club, she forgot everything else, her eyes only seeing him. By the way he had his jaw clenched tight, she had a feeling he was doing his best to keep his fangs out of view, and the knowledge that she affected him so made her feel heady.
“Hey stranger.” Her own need for him made Spencer’s voice unnaturally husky, and she couldn’t help licking her lips when her gaze dipped to the extremely visible bulge behind his pants. “I’m guessing my dance made you happy?”
Etienne didn’t even answer. He simply opened his arms, and she didn’t hesitate, jumping off the ledge and straight into his powerful embrace. It had the crowd hooting and cheering for them, and when someone yelled for them to kiss, Spencer couldn’t help but laugh and turn pink when everyone raucously joined in and began chanting in unison.
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
She turned to him, intending to tease Etienne about it, but the moment she did, the billionaire had already lowered his head. His mouth descended on hers in an instant, and everyone around them cheered even as cellphones went up and started taking photos and videos.
It was the briefest of kisses, but because he had this obscene power to make her instantly horny, it was still enough to make her toes curl and her heart clench. When he lifted his head, people chanted ‘more’, and although the way his kiss had her body aching made Spencer want to beg for the same thing and ask for more, when her lips parted, the words that came out were something else.
“I love you.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Fuck.”
She just had to laugh, not having expected him to respond him that way. “Uh, thanks?”
“Fuck.” He had no qualms repeating it, since the four-letter word perfectly described his current mood. “”Why the fuck would you choose to say something like that with this many people around?”
“I didn’t really plan to. It just…came out.”
Her words humbled and terrified him for some reason, and Etienne had to push her head down his shoulder so she wouldn’t see anything she wasn’t meant to see in his eyes. When Spencer protested and tried lifting her head, he said roughly, “Keep your head down if you don’t want more photos taken of your blushing face.”
She settled down quickly at that, and if he wasn’t feeling so messed up, he would have smiled at the way she was now burrowing deeper into his chest.
“Are they still looking?” he heard her whisper.
“Can you blame them?”
“Oh God.”
Despite the muffled tone of her voice, Etienne didn’t fail to detect the mortification that threaded through it, and he chuckled, knowing right away that it was only probably dawning on her now how public the last fifteen minutes had been.
“I can’t believe I pole-danced in public.”
“If it makes you feel better, I still have trouble convincing myself the last fifteen minutes were real.”
“You should’ve just shot me on the spot the moment you saw me on the ledge.”
“I don’t have a gun.”
“Or order your bodyguards to shoot me.”
“They don’t have guns either.”
He felt her giggle against his chest. “Seriously? What kind of bodyguards are they if they don’t even have their own guns?”
“The Caro kind.” And because he could no longer control himself, he asked slowly, “Why did you do it?” He had always thought humans were pathetically predictable, and while he still believed this to be true, he also had to accept that the brat was the proven exception to the rule.
Upon realizing she had fallen in love with him, she had done the one thing he would never have predicted, which was to sell her virginity to a stranger. And as for tonight’s dance…
When she remained stubbornly silent, he said quietly, “I only want to ensure that I hadn’t said or done anything that might’ve made you think you had to do something like it—”