My hand leaves her leg and clamps around her hip. I grip the chair and drag her closer until there’s barely space between us. “You haven’t told me to leave yet. Say it now.”
It’s a warning. A mercy. Something I don’t usually offer. I take when I want, leave when I’m done. But this time, I’m trying to give the little bunny an out. A sardonic smile curves my mouth. Maybe I’m offering her what no one ever gave me.
She opens her mouth, nothing comes. She groans instead. “This isn’t who I am,” she mutters. “I don’t bring hot guys to hotel rooms and have s*x with them. I’m better than this.”
I chuckle, amused by her self-hype. She groans again, hearing it. “But you’re so hot, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance again.”
“You’re very honest,” I say. It’s a relief. I hate dishonest peo
