contained.
She couldn’t wait to be the one to make him lose that control. “The beauty of a situation like this is that I can be whoever you want me to be.”
“I want you to be honest.”
She almost scoffed, but then she looked at him, really looked, and saw that he meant it. He was attracted to her, yes, that much was clear, but he wasn’t going to give in to his desire. Not until he got what he wanted.
Silly, stubborn man.
But he wouldn’t be the only one who was going to lose if he sent her on her way. And really, telling him what he wanted to hear wasn’t a big deal. She was still in charge. Still the one deciding how much to share. And how much to keep hidden.
It didn’t have to change anything, didn’t mean there was anything between them other than sex. Uncomplicated, no-strings-attached, possibly mind-blowing sex. A one-night stand between two virtual strangers who would go their separate ways in the morning.
That last realization cinched it. She didn’t have to worry about opening up, just the tiniest bit, to a man she’d never see again. Nothing she told him would matter after tonight.
“There’s more to you than you let on,” she said.
He frowned. “Excuse me?”
“You wanted to know why I changed my mind. You think it’s a game, and it’s not. Well, maybe not completely.” Her throat was parched, so she took a long drink then set her glass down. Tugged her hand from under his. “I had every intention of keeping my distance from you. I thought you were exactly as you seemed. Arrogant. Bossy.” She pursed her lips as she considered him. “Entitled. Uptight—”
“I get it,” he said, his tone all sorts of dry.
But he didn’t correct her or try to claim he wasn’t those things. She could appreciate a man who knew his strengths as well as his weaknesses.
“As the night went on you surprised me. You didn’t flirt with other women after I turned you down, which makes me believe you weren’t out to get laid.”
His laugh was a quick burst of sound that scraped pleasantly against her skin. “Let’s not get carried away.”
She returned his grin. “You weren’t only out to get laid. If you were, plenty of women at the party would have been willing to give you anything you wanted. So I knew you weren’t just out to scratch an itch. Plus, you did your best to keep your mother sober—and off the dance floor—and you tolerated her thick-necked date, which means you feel responsible for her well-being or, at least, her reputation, and care about her feelings. You sat with your father for almost an hour, which means you’re patient.”
And she didn’t even want to think about what it said about her that she’d noticed how long he’d sat by the wheelchair, talking to the uncommunicative man. How upset he’d seemed.
“You came to my room because I’m a good son?” he asked, clearly not buying it.
Except it was the truth. Just not all of it.
She edged closer, her knee pressing against his. “I realized it was unfair of me to make assumptions about you based on how you looked.”
People did that to her all the time. They saw her face, her body, her clothes and thought they knew her.
She’d long ago stopped trying to get them to see her as something more than her looks. Why bother? It wouldn’t change anything. It was easier to play along.
“And in doing so,” she continued, “in walking away from you, I’d miss out on seeing where this attraction between us led.”
One corner of his mouth turned up, making him look younger. More approachable. But the heat in his eyes, the way he watched her reminded her that he was still a dangerous man. A potent one. “So you’re admitting the attraction was mutual from the start.”
“I don’t deny the obvious. But now it’s your turn.”
“My turn to admit the obvious?”
Keeping her eyes on his, she shook her head slowly. “Your turn to make the next move.”
CHAPTER FOUR
C LINTON STUDIED HER , as if he was
She couldn’t wait to be the one to make him lose that control. “The beauty of a situation like this is that I can be whoever you want me to be.”
“I want you to be honest.”
She almost scoffed, but then she looked at him, really looked, and saw that he meant it. He was attracted to her, yes, that much was clear, but he wasn’t going to give in to his desire. Not until he got what he wanted.
Silly, stubborn man.
But he wouldn’t be the only one who was going to lose if he sent her on her way. And really, telling him what he wanted to hear wasn’t a big deal. She was still in charge. Still the one deciding how much to share. And how much to keep hidden.
It didn’t have to change anything, didn’t mean there was anything between them other than sex. Uncomplicated, no-strings-attached, possibly mind-blowing sex. A one-night stand between two virtual strangers who would go their separate ways in the morning.
That last realization cinched it. She didn’t have to worry about opening up, just the tiniest bit, to a man she’d never see again. Nothing she told him would matter after tonight.
“There’s more to you than you let on,” she said.
He frowned. “Excuse me?”
“You wanted to know why I changed my mind. You think it’s a game, and it’s not. Well, maybe not completely.” Her throat was parched, so she took a long drink then set her glass down. Tugged her hand from under his. “I had every intention of keeping my distance from you. I thought you were exactly as you seemed. Arrogant. Bossy.” She pursed her lips as she considered him. “Entitled. Uptight—”
“I get it,” he said, his tone all sorts of dry.
But he didn’t correct her or try to claim he wasn’t those things. She could appreciate a man who knew his strengths as well as his weaknesses.
“As the night went on you surprised me. You didn’t flirt with other women after I turned you down, which makes me believe you weren’t out to get laid.”
His laugh was a quick burst of sound that scraped pleasantly against her skin. “Let’s not get carried away.”
She returned his grin. “You weren’t only out to get laid. If you were, plenty of women at the party would have been willing to give you anything you wanted. So I knew you weren’t just out to scratch an itch. Plus, you did your best to keep your mother sober—and off the dance floor—and you tolerated her thick-necked date, which means you feel responsible for her well-being or, at least, her reputation, and care about her feelings. You sat with your father for almost an hour, which means you’re patient.”
And she didn’t even want to think about what it said about her that she’d noticed how long he’d sat by the wheelchair, talking to the uncommunicative man. How upset he’d seemed.
“You came to my room because I’m a good son?” he asked, clearly not buying it.
Except it was the truth. Just not all of it.
She edged closer, her knee pressing against his. “I realized it was unfair of me to make assumptions about you based on how you looked.”
People did that to her all the time. They saw her face, her body, her clothes and thought they knew her.
She’d long ago stopped trying to get them to see her as something more than her looks. Why bother? It wouldn’t change anything. It was easier to play along.
“And in doing so,” she continued, “in walking away from you, I’d miss out on seeing where this attraction between us led.”
One corner of his mouth turned up, making him look younger. More approachable. But the heat in his eyes, the way he watched her reminded her that he was still a dangerous man. A potent one. “So you’re admitting the attraction was mutual from the start.”
“I don’t deny the obvious. But now it’s your turn.”
“My turn to admit the obvious?”
Keeping her eyes on his, she shook her head slowly. “Your turn to make the next move.”
CHAPTER FOUR
C LINTON STUDIED HER , as if he was
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