what you wanted me to do last night. This little game is over now.”
“You going to act like you didn’t enjoy last night as much as I did?”
“I didn’t,” she challenges. “I let you fuck me. I let you watch another woman fuck me with her mouth. That means nothing, Sebastian.”
I scoff. I see we’re back to the use of Sebastian. She uses that name when she wants to put distance between us.
“See, the thing is, Mackenzie,” I muse, tightening my grip on her knees, and she gasps. I lean into her, water droplets still dripping down my skin, now onto her. She takes it all in, her gaze following the droplets. I lean in, prompting her to look back up at me. “I know you. I know when you’re lying, and right now, you’re lying to me. Guess some things never change, do they?”
I use her legs as momentum to push away from her, and I climb out of the water. I hear her ragged gasp when I leave her. I have no qualms about swimming in the nude. I can feel her gaze on every inch of my skin, as I leave her to her own devices.
Mackenzie remains holed up in the guest room for the majority of the day, likely to keep her distance from me. After Dan delivers dinner to us, I knock on her door, half expecting her to ignore me and starve herself, but she doesn’t.
She throws the door open with a little attitude; her face twisted with annoyance. “What do you want?”
“Meet me in the kitchen for dinner.”
She guffaws. “I’ll pass. I’m fine eating in my room by myself.”
I grit my back teeth together. “This isn’t a request. Meet me in the kitchen, or I’ll drag you there myself.”
Those hazel eyes narrow skeptically. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me, baby.”
After setting out the food, I give her a good ten minutes before I decide to drag her here. As if knowing she’s testing my patience, she strides down the hallway with a scowl on her face, mumbling under her breath. I smirk in victory.
She makes it too easy.
“Is there a reason you’re forcing us to eat together?”
I take the seat across from her with a smug smile on my face. “As a matter of fact, there is.” When I don’t say anything more, she quirks a brow.
“Are you going to elaborate?”
“Tomorrow morning, we’re flying out to New York. Friday is the UNICEF Snowflake ball. I also have some business I need to handle while I’m there.”
“Tomorrow morning?” She does a double take, eyes widening. “I haven’t even had time to pack or tell—” She cuts off midsentence, realizing what she almost let slip. My eyes narrow into thin slits.
“Tell who?” I quirk a brow, daring her to finish that sentence.
“Forget it,” she huffs. “Though, it would be nice to get a heads-up when we’ll be flying places. You can’t just snap your fingers at me and expect me to jump.”
“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? And isn’t that exactly what I’m doing right now, giving you a heads-up?”
She drops her fork, and it clatters against the plate deafeningly. “Are you actively trying to piss me off because that’s what it feels like.”
I laugh. “I might be.”
“Why?”
I lean forward, loving the way her eyes flare as I do it. “Because watching you get angry makes my cock rock hard.”
The air around us charges with potent tension and electric sparks. She swallows. That pink tongue of hers darts out, licking across her bottom lip enticingly. I bet she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.
“Believe me, the way I’m feeling about you right now,” she whispers huskily, leaning forward to meet my stare head-on, “you wouldn’t want me anywhere near your cock.”
My brows shoot up, surprise at her sassiness sending a thrill down my spine. She ignores me for the duration of our meal, doing her best to avoid my gaze. Once she begins toying with the remaining food on her plate, pushing it around with the tip of her fork, I know she has something on her mind, and she’s unsure of how to talk about it.
“Is there a reason you’re bringing me to this gala instead of Mia?”
I set my fork down lightly. “I released a statement that you’re my girlfriend. Why would I take another woman who isn’t you?”
“It would be easier for you, would it not? I’ve seen what the press writes whenever we’re out pictured together. Don’t you get tired of it?”
“I don’t