“Well, that was something,” he said instead, a large exhale following his words. “Better than getting scratched by your cat, I’m sure.”
Jasmine shot up, the image of her big fatass flopping over at his food bowl invading her mind. “Shit! Did I feed the cat before I left?”
“I dunno, did you?”
“I’m serious!”
Ethan, still trapped in most of his clothing, sat up and ripped his shirt off. Hello there again! Where were those abs twenty minutes ago? How dare he keep them hidden and her blindfolded for the fun? “Why the hell would I know that? I’ve been out of the house since seven this morning.”
So much for the role-play.
“But…” Jasmine grabbed her phone from her scrunched up pocket and texted Belinda, the housekeeper at the house in the Hills she shared with Ethan, her billionaire boyfriend of the past few months and the one who had this bright idea to try some role-play scenarios outside of the home. “Did the cat get fed?” she texted, before letting her phone fall to the side. She turned over and threw herself into her boyfriend’s arms, burrowing her nose in his bare chest that smelled of expensive cologne.
She wasn’t content until she got a text back saying the cat was currently sprawled on the marble floor in the foyer, swishing his bushy tail back and forth while airing out his kingly kitty goods. That didn’t answer her question, but it at least told her that what she feared most – the cat starving – was not an issue.
“See? Worried for nothing.” Ethan coiled his arm around Jasmine’s shoulders.
“Guess I was too excited to come down here and see how the night played out.” For days they had been talking about their fantasies, and Jasmine let drop that once – just once – she would like to pretend that their relationship started because she approached him instead of the other way around that past January. Of course Jasmine still wanted the rough and ready way Ethan tended to make love, but for one night she was going to pretend she had no idea it would happen. Going back to naïve Jasmine, however, was not easy. Particularly when she walked into the hotel lounge where they agreed to meet and she found him sitting there, looking as disgustingly handsome as ever. “How’d I do seducing you? Minus the part where you made a stupid prostitute joke.”
“Uh huh.”
“What do you mean uh huh?”
Ethan yawned. No, she was losing him! “You got me in bed, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but I don’t know if that’s because it would end that way or not or…”
“You told me play hard to get, didn’t you?” The standoffish billionaire who fell for Jasmine’s charms in the span of one evening. Assuming he, of course, was not necessarily interested to begin with. “Next time I’ll start flattering you the moment you walk through the door. How’s that?”
“I mean, you should do that anyway… by the way, these are real, right?” She gestured to the ruby jewelry he had given her over the months.
“Of course. I was merely teasing you.”
Since Ethan was starting to drift off to sleep, though, Jasmine quickly changed subjects. “I love you.” She’d find out if he were paying attention soon enough.
Ethan opened his eyes, breathed deeply, and pulled Jasmine on top of him, her hair creating a soft veil around them. “And I love you. Even if you’re trying to seduce me with stories about your violent cat.”
“What else would I lead with? My beautiful looks?”
“Next time.”
Oh, there would definitely be a next time. Only next time Ethan was going to do the seducing again. Because who didn’t want to be seduced by a billionaire?