One incognito night
1439 Words
Lisa's POV
I walked toward him, letting my hips sway with a rhythm I didn’t have to think about. He didn't move. He just lifted his glass to his lips slowly, his eyes tracking me over the rim.
"I caught you staring, so I came to say hi," I said, the words tumbling out before I could second-guess them.
*Shit.* I hadn't rehearsed.
I felt like a rookie on her first audition. *Just go with the flow, Lisa,* I told myself. *This isn't a movie script.*
"Hmm," he rumbled, his gaze raking over me as if he were studying a piece of art he wasn't sure he wanted to buy.
"Let me pour you a drink," I said. I leaned over the bar, purposely giving him a clear view of my cleavage, waiting for the predictable reaction.
"I’m good," he said, turning his head the other way.
*What?* The rejection hit me. My face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and genuine shock.
"I'll have it then," I snapped, reaching for the cup.
Before I could grab it, his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around mine. His skin was warm, and his grip firm. "I think you've had enough to drink."
"I look drunk, yeah? Then stop me," I challenged, leaning into his space.
"That's exactly what I'm doing."
I brought my lips inches from his. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of expensive bourbon filling my senses.
"Not like this," I whispered.
Fuck Adrian. I was going to kiss this man. I was going to do a lot more than kiss him.
Suddenly, he snatched the cup right out of my hand.
"Hey!"
He chuckled.
"You're playing hard to get, huh?" I muttered.
Silence. He just looked at me.
*f**k my luck.* I’d chosen the one guy in this entire city who wasn't falling at my feet.
"Yeah, whatever. I’ll just go find that other hot guy," I said, spinning on my heel to leave.
His hand clamped around my wrist. "Stay."
"Why? I didn't walk all the way over here just to stand around."
"Are you just going to throw yourself at any guy you see tonight?" he asked.
"Yes. You guys do it all the time. What's the problem if I do it?" I stepped closer, my heart pounding. "Are you going to f**k me or not?"
He raised his brows. He didn't answer. Instead, he set his glass down on the counter.
"Let’s dance," he said.
*Dance?* I wanted to scream. I didn't come here to dance. But those eyes, even encircled by that damn mask—they enthralled me. They were like a vacuum, pulling me in.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the hard muscles of his shoulders. He responded by sliding his hands onto my waist, pulling me against his hard frame. We moved slowly.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Incognito," he said.
I let out a soft laugh against his neck. "Wow. Nice one."
His hands were light on my waist, as if he was purposefully holding back. It was infuriating. I wanted him to pull me in until I couldn't breathe.
"Why are you withholding?" I asked, my voice thick with the alcohol. I leaned in, whispering directly into his ear. "I know you want me."
"You think so?"
"I know it," I challenged, pulling back just enough to look at him.
He didn't hesitate this time. He hooked a finger under my chin, tilting my face up, and pressed his lips against mine.
My knees almost buckled. This wasn’t how I thought it would feel. It wasn't the practiced, shallow kiss of a co-star or the possessive, cold grip of Adrian. It was electric. It was *f*****g great.*
As the kiss deepened, his grip on my waist tightened, finally anchoring me to him. For a split second, Adrian’s face flashed in my mind. The memory made me sick.
I kissed him even more desperately, pressing my body against his, trying to drown out my life with his touch.
He pulled back just an inch, his breathing heavy. "Are you sure you want to go further?"
"It's just one night," I breathed against his mouth. "Let’s be incognito. One night to forget."
"I'll make it unforgettable," he promised.
I let out a shaky laugh. "I don't think I'll be that impressed."
He didn't reply with words. He kissed me again, a possessive claim that silenced every doubt in my head. This time, his hand moved with a sudden intent, sliding down from my waist and disappearing under the hem of my dress.
The heat in the room seemed to double. I was done being Lisa the actress. Tonight, I was just a girl disappearing into the shadows with a stranger.
His fingers were dangerously close, shifting my undies. My heart thumped against my ribs. This was real. He trailed kisses down my neck, and my whole body trembled under his touch.
I bit my bottom lip, trying to suppress the moan threatening to escape, but he was teasing me, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I gasped, throwing my head back as the sensation peaked.
He moved his fingers higher, doubling the pace, his touch sure and demanding. My breath came out in ragged hitches.
"Let's go somewhere private," I managed to say, my hands tangled in his already messy hair. My face was flushed, my body already betraying every ounce of my resolve.
He finally withdrew, but he didn't look away. I watched, breathless, as he brought his fingers to his mouth, his dark eyes never leaving mine. The movement shifted his sleeves, revealing the dark ink etched into his forearms. The sight of the barbed wire tattoo against his skin made him look even more dangerous—and even more sexy.
I guided him out to the parking lot, my heels clicking unevenly.
"Nice red," he murmured, glancing at my car.
I turned and kissed him desperately, my whole body needing to erase the world outside this parking lot. We stumbled into the back seat, the door slamming shut behind us. I pulled at my gown, needing to feel his skin against mine.
"f**k yeah," he said.
"Can you at least take off your mask?" I whispered, kissing the lobe of his ear.
"I have a better idea," he growled. He flipped me around as if I weighed nothing, pressing me forward. My hands gripped the steering wheel for support as the world outside the tinted windows disappeared.
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A loud, rhythmic banging snapped me awake.
I bolted upright, my head spinning. I was in the back seat of my car, alone. I was completely naked, my sapphire dress tossed over me like a makeshift blanket.
Outside the window, Chloe was standing there, looking furious. She banged on the glass again.
*s**t. s**t, shit.*
I scrambled to pull my dress on, my limbs clumsy. I managed to zip it halfway before I leaned over and unlocked the door.
"What the hell, Lisa?" Chloe marched in, not waiting for an invitation.
"I'm sorry," I croaked, trying to adjust my hair, which felt like a bird’s nest.
"Whatever, let's go. I didn't bring my car, so you're my ride," she said, sliding into the driver’s seat. She paused, sniffing the air. "Holy s**t! This car smells like hot sex."
My eyes widened.
She reached down and lifted a scrap of silk from the floorboard. "Is this what I think it is?"
I scrambled to snatch my panties from her hands, my face burning. "Give me that!"
Chloe just laughed, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Girl, I’m happy for you. You finally broke the seal."
"Happy for me?"
"Yeah. You look like a wreck, which means he was good."
"What did I expect? You're crazy," I muttered, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window.
"So, tell me everything—"
"I’m not saying anything. I’m so embarrassed right now, Chloe. Just start the damn car and get us out of here before a fan walks by."
She chuckled, turning the key. "Okay, ma'am. Mood received."
As she drove, she kept stealing glances at me, a permanent smirk plastered on her face. I looked away, trying to piece together the blurred memories of the night. My eyes caught something dark on the floor mat—the black mask.
He had vanished so quickly I hadn't even seen his face
. I didn't know his name, his job, or where he went.
*Whatever,* I thought, closing my eyes. *It was just one night. And I don’t regret a single second of it.*
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