Her eyes flick back to mine as she takes me in. Her eyes traveling down my body, taking in the suit I didn’t change out of before I came here. My suit jacket is hanging behind me, and the sleeves of my light-blue dress shirt are rolled up to my forearms. Her eyes skit down to my thighs, the muscles bulging from the way I am sitting in my chair.
“You look like a lawyer or a politician. I don’t fuck either.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “Does that mean you were actually thinking about fucking me?”
Her eyes widen, realizing how her words made her sound. “In your dreams.” She runs a finger along the edge of the bar. “But you still haven’t bought me that drink.”
“My apologies.” I wave the bartender down and tell her to order whatever she wants. When our drinks come back, she slowly sips on hers. “I’m not a politician.”
“So you must be a lawyer.”
“What makes you think that?”
“You only said you weren’t a politician.”
“What’s wrong with lawyers?”
She rolls her eyes. “So you are a lawyer.”
I smile at her. “Let me guess, you have an ex who was a lawyer or a politician, maybe both.” She goes to cut me off but I continue talking. “And acted like some big shot. Was an asshole. Made you promises all the time but was too focused on his own career, he forgot about you. And you thought you could put up with it, but then the sex was lackluster, boring. You needed to get yourself off too many times to count while he lay snoring next to you after he got himself off inside you.”
She bites her lip hard and then takes a large sip of her vodka and soda.
“And let me guess, his dick was small too.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered if his dick was big or small. He didn’t know how to use it.”
I smile as I watch her crack.
“Motherfucker.”
I run my finger along the edge of my glass as I hear Mason snickering next to me. “Sounds like it’s not really a lawyer or a politician problem. Sounds more like an asshole problem. Like someone who couldn’t read you, couldn’t understand what you wanted, what you needed.”
“And you do?”
I lean in and brush a piece of loose hair that was framing her face behind her ear. “I saw the way you were talking to that guy at the bar earlier. He wasn’t forceful enough for you. Your body was lax, your stance bored. You want someone to dominate you. You look like the type of woman who will fight back with every demand made. Yet with each second that passes, your pussy grows wetter. Your thighs clenching, your body craving my touch. Yet I keep my distance. Each time I lean to grab my drink, you hope I brush your arm. Feel the caress of my breath across your cheek. The need grows in you as I keep my distance. Your eyes are dilated, anticipating the slightest touch. You want nothing more than for me to touch you. Drag my fingers gently down the side of your cheek. Then grab you, pulling you close, devouring that mouth. Pulling on your hair, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.” I pull away and see the flush on her chest, the increased rate of her breathing. “But you’ll never admit that. You’re too strong to admit you would submit to me every damn time.”
“What are you, a psychiatrist?”
I chuckle as I take a long drag of my beer. “No. I am a lawyer.”
She huffs and goes to walk away but I snag an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “You can fight it. You can go flirt with someone else at this bar. But deep down, you know all you’ll be thinking about is me. Wondering if the lightest touch of mine will turn you on.” I brush my fingers along the skin under the hem of her shirt, I can feel the goose bumps hit her flesh. “So be my guest. Let’s see if you can walk away from me.”
She pulls out of my grip, anger lacing her features as she turns around. But I see a hint of amusement there. “Game on,” she says, grabbing her drink and storming off.
“Dude, that was hot.”
I turn to Mason, grinning. “Guess I haven’t lost my touch.”
“How long you think it’ll be before she comes back here?”
I shrug. “She’ll fight it. She will flirt with as many guys as she can but all she will be thinking about is me.”
“Such restraint, man. I would have been making out with her by now.”
I punch my brother in the arm. “That’s the difference between you and me, little brother.”
“So, what are you going to do?”