But she doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t. She leans in closer, lowering her voice until I can feel her breath near my ear. “You sure? One night’s nothing. I’m not looking for promises.”
I clench my jaw, biting down the urge to tell her exactly how done I am with women like her. I stare at the bottle in my hand, my grip tightening slightly, and force my voice to stay level.
“I said no.”
“Come on, Knox,” she whispers. “Your girl’s not here. No one needs to know.”
Before I can respond, she slides around the table and onto my lap, straddling me without hesitation. Her arms loop around my neck like she thinks this is some kind of game she’s already won.
That’s the moment my patience snaps.
I plant both hands firmly on her hips and lift her off me, not gently, not politely. I push her back,
