“I think you know exactly what I’m saying. I’d like to get to know you better. Quite a bit better, in fact.”
She stared silently, her soft lips parted. “You obviously don’t know anything about me if you expect me to sleep with you after a little dinner and wine.”
“I may know you better than you know yourself.”
She let out a short laugh. “I highly doubt it.”
I riled at the challenge, and after her little comment about my dad, I felt compelled to set her straight.
“You reek of privilege, Olivia. You pretend to be independent, but you still use your parents’ credit cards. Nothing drives you more than social expectation and a looming fear of failure. You’re naturally stunning, but that look of effortless beauty probably costs your parents a fortune. You’re high maintenance. From your designer hair cut down to your manicured little toes. I’d be willing to bet you hit the spa once a month to wax your pretty little cunt too, not because you’re getting laid but because being unkempt goes against your debutante religion.”
“Fuck you,” she snapped.
The murmur of conversation around us died down for a moment, but I didn’t bother checking to see which of our table neighbors we were offending. Instead, I exhaled a frustrated groan because I’d hit a nerve. And because now I couldn’t think about anything except her smooth pussy in my mouth.
“I’d love to, princess. When’s the last time someone took you to bed and fucked you properly?”
I half expected her to storm out on me. I’d offended her in multiple ways, and we hadn’t even hit the main course. But the determination in her eyes told another story. That spark of fire spoke of a willingness to hold her ground, or more, to fight back and win.
Her cheeks were pink, and her hand trembled when she went for her wineglass again. If not for her age, I’d have wondered if she was a virgin. Either way, I guessed she was way overdue in the intimacy department.
She swallowed and set her glass down hard. “You’re a pig.”
I smiled. On to the next round.
“I do enjoy the filthy arts. I think you might, too. What do you say, Olivia? We can enjoy a little rendezvous here and there, and in return, I’ll let you spend my cash like Monopoly money on the renovation. Keep your brothers happy. Keep me happy. And then I’ll keep you happy.”
She lifted her chin. “You can’t buy me.”
“I’m well aware of that. But this isn’t about the money. It’s about you getting what you want. And me getting what I want.”
She crossed her arms tightly but didn’t say anything more. Poor little rich girl betraying her sensibilities. If the attraction was real, she could seduce herself with the prospect, her sensibilities be damned.
I leaned in and gazed intently at her. “Let me be clear, Olivia. I’m not a guy you date, and I’m nowhere near husband material. I’m the one you mess around with until the right guy comes along—one your parents will approve of. But I’m rich and well connected enough for you to be seen with, and you’ll find out soon that when it comes to delivering orgasms, I’m rather dedicated to my craft. Once you say yes to me, you’ll be too busy coming to worry about your pride.”
Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, setting off the dazzling blue of her eyes. “You’re cocky, too. You forgot that.”
I smirked, and the waiter took that opportune moment to bring our meals. She lifted her knife and fork and speared them into her steak without a word. I dismantled my sea bass with a little less vigor, occasionally glancing up at her, trying to read her. I wanted to ask her more about herself, but I also enjoyed the way my proposition and her consideration of it hung between us. A little awkward, but heavy and sexual too.
I took my last bite and dropped my napkin on the table. The food was delicious and the company was fine, but I wasn’t nearly satisfied. I wanted Olivia Bridge naked, under me.
“You’re considering my offer. Tell me what’s holding you back. What are you thinking?”
Her cool gaze flickered to mine. “Are you asking for an answer or a confession? My thoughts are none of your business.”
I shrugged slightly. “I’m curious.”
“So am I.”
OLIVIA
“I’d love nothing more than to indulge that curiosity, Olivia.” Will’s words were low, confident, and laced with dark promises.
I would have paid to disintegrate into the floor without another word. I was being reckless. Brazen. Inappropriate. No more inappropriate than Will, but now I was inching my way to his level. I was letting him get into my head.