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Conor put his phone in his pocket and leaned back on the white leather couch where Marie had abandoned him for more drinks. He’d already had too many, but it felt fucking good to relax for a change. Marie had worked her magic with the Sandovals and then with the Tans. He’d reconnected socially, and the business deals would flow better.
Her hips swayed into sight, making his pants much tighter than before. It’d be good to fuck again too.
She slipped onto the couch next to him with another Scotch on the rocks. “How many drinks until you loosen up?” she asked, leaning in and showing off the tops of her breasts.
He put his arm around her shoulders. “Believe me, I’m feeling plenty loose now.”
“You’re the most uptight drunk I’ve ever seen. That’s the first move you’ve made on me all night, and it’s pretty weak.”
He leaned in, sniffing the alluring scent of her perfume. His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “I don’t think it’d be appropriate to fuck you on the couch at my coming out party.”
Marie laughed. She placed her hand on his thigh and slid it up until her thumb was right by his balls. “Your coming out party?”
“This feels like the first event I’ve actually participated in in years.”
“Mmm, that calls for another drink.” Her hand left his leg and pushed his shoulder until he leaned back against the couch again.
She placed the glass on his lips. He tilted his head back, allowing her to pour the Scotch down his throat. It burned, but not as much as his lust for her. He swallowed, grabbed the glass and slammed it down on the coffee table.
“Let’s go to my car,” he growled.
Her crimson lips curved up. He leaned in to kiss them, but she pushed him back gently. “You’re going to have to play nice as we say our goodbyes.” Her voice teased him, and the lights flickered in her eyes. The blur of alcohol softened her features and made her appear more like Charisse.
He pulled back, startled by his revelation. What did it matter? Charisse had called him a rat bastard. She didn’t want to be with him. Sobered, his mask settled the features of his face. “Of course.”
“Hey.” Her eyes questioned him, but instead of asking anything, she locked her fingers around his neck and kissed him. He parted his lips, her skilled tongue sliding up against his. He was too drunk to maintain much control. His hand found her ass and wanted to pull her onto his lap where she could grind against him, but fortunately, she broke the kiss.
“I thought I’d lost you for a second,” she said. “You brooding billionaire types are tricky.”
Instead of replying, he stood up, adjusted his pants and held a hand out to her. “Let’s get these goodbyes over. While you were getting the drink, I texted my driver to pull the car around.”
“I love a man who’s prepared.”
Be sure to come tomorrow!
Evelyn Aster 