“I knew we’d be able to entice you here with the promise of a night at Voyeur,” Erik said.

“And for a good cause. How could I not support a charity that helps victims of sex trafficking?”

“Exactly,” agreed Ian.

“Add in the promise of live porn and sex, and I’m all over it.”

“No promise of sex,” warned Erik.

“Oh, trust me, I’m sure I’ll be able to find a lucky lady to fuck.”

“Well, then. Sorry to interrupt.” The soft words stroked up my neck with a bite of annoyance. It coiled around my muscles, urging me to turn to find out if the woman was as enticing as her voice.

Dark brown eyes greeted me first, tempting me to fall headfirst into the rest of her.

Full lips above a slender neck that tugged my gaze to the shadowy curves peeking from between the deep vee of her cream sweater. Visions and ideas flashed in my mind like they hadn’t in months.

What did she taste like? What colors did her lips turn when they stretched tight around a cock? How hard would I have to spank her to turn her warm, honey skin red? The words clamored on my tongue for freedom. They almost escaped but were halted by the clearing of a throat.

Prying my eyes away from the length of her body, they crested the sharp line of her jaw, back to the brown depths. Somehow, despite not having a single feature wrinkled or clenched, annoyance oozed from her pores. Disdainful judgment hung from her neutral lips. With just a flare behind her eyes, she burned me with her dislike.

She probably wanted me to shrink back and fumble over my words to repair whatever image she had of me.

Except…I didn’t care.

In fact…I liked it.

I liked the thought of all that cold, rich-bitch attitude writhing wildly underneath me. The colder her stare, the more I craved it.

Abby and the other girl had barely sparked an interest, while this woman practically set me on fire with five words and an impressive, haughty glare.

Wanting to see how far I could push her, I tipped my lips to a taunting smile. “No need to apologize. I’d be happy to have you join our conversation.”

“No.”

Not no, thank you. Not a rejection with a polite smile. Not a soft dismissal with an excuse to join later. Nothing that you would expect in a social situation. Just a simple, blunt, cold no.

My cock twitched behind my pants.

Fuck, this woman called to me.

“Excuse me,” she said blandly. Making sure to not allow even a single brush of our clothing, she curved her body away from mine as she reached beyond me to grab a wine glass and bottle from the counter, leaving just as quick as she came.

“Who the fuck is that?” I muttered.