Yikes.
I decided to explain. “It’s probably for the best. We don’t want things to get complicated.”
He came closer. “We don’t want things to get complicated?” he repeated what I said.
“Um… yeah,” I replied.
“You think things aren’t already complicated?”
He had a point.
I remained silent.
He got even closer, his hands slid around my h*ps and at the very top of my behind he pressed my body into his. His head tilted so it was a hairbreadth from mine. I put my hands between us but this didn’t serve any purpose, at all, because Vance didn’t let it.
“I know about Cordova. I know he wants to get in your pants,” he told me.
My eyes narrowed at him. “If you knew, why did you ask?”
He ignored my question and said something that threw me right off balance. “Jules, listen to me. Since I intend to get in your pants, he’s gonna have to back off,” Vance announced, rocking my world. Then before I could process his words, he finished. “I’ll take care of Cordova.”
Oh crap.
“Vance,” I whispered, not sure what I intended to say but I intended to say something.
For some reason, this made him smile. It was a new smile to me, it made his eyes soft and sexy and I felt my breath catch so I didn’t say another word.
“I like that,” he said quietly, his voice back to silk.
“What?” I whispered.
“You sayin’ my name,” he told me. “I’ll like it better when you moan it, tonight, when I’m inside you.”
My stomach plummeted. You would think this was a terrible sensation but instead it was thrilling, like being on a roller coaster.
“Oh my God,” I breathed.
“Tonight, at dinner, we’re gonna talk about what you’re doin’. After dinner, we’re gonna finish what we started this morning.”
“Vance,” I said, at that moment, wanting to have dinner with him like I wanted oxygen to remain present on the earth. And wanting to finish what we started like I’d wanted nothing else before in my life.
However, I knew this wasn’t smart and it was not going to happen.
He kept talking. “I’ll pick you up here, six thirty. You’re not here, I’ll find you.”
“Vance, listen to me,” I said.
“You feel like talkin’ now?” he asked, his head cocked and his eyes flashed again.
At his scary, threatening look, I forgot what I was going to say.
His mouth came to mine. “Six thirty, Jules. Be here.”
Then he kissed me, hard and deep.
After he kissed me, he let me go, walked away, grabbed his boots from the floor and walked down the hall.
I moved to look down the hall but he’d vanished.