you put up a front with people you don’t know. With me, what you see is what you get.”
She crinkled her nose at him.
“Baby girl, the more you do that, the more turned on I get.”
“I’m not your baby or your girl. And another thing, you use your bluntness to hide who you really are. You claim to be direct, yet you only say what you think people want to hear, not how you really feel. There’s a distinct difference.”
He looked a little taken aback with her statement, which let her know she was close to the truth.
“So you think you have me all figured out?”
She thought about his sarcastic question. She didn’t think she had him all figured out, but she’d never admit that to him. When dealing with women, a man like Daman always had an agenda and in this case, he was baiting her.
“Yes, I do. You aren’t as complicated as you’d like to think you are. There are many little things that I’m beginning to understand about your character, and sometimes your nonchalant attitude is misplaced.”
She watched the amused expression leave his face and return in the same second.
“So let me get this straight. You’re beginning to notice many little things about me. Your words, correct?”
“Yes. Your point?”
“Well, my point is that usually when a woman notices little things about a man, it’s because she’s interested in him. And every time I hint at you and I getting better acquainted, you make a face or frown.”
“That’s because you’re irritating. When something irritates me, I can’t help but notice it, or in this case, notice you, every time some annoying comment comes out of your mouth.”
“So you don’t deny being interested in me? Someone as arrogant and self-centered as myself?”
She didn’t like where this conversation was headed. He worked her last nerve, and she couldn’t understand why she even let him get to her. Truth be told, she did like him. Any woman would be crazy not to notice how sexy he was, and she knew he found her attractive. She even liked their bickering at times, but Daman always wanted to be the winner, and Imani was never the type to lose easily. She thought he had learned that two could play this game, but apparently he needed a reminder—a reminder he wouldn’t forget.
“Honestly, I was attracted to you the first day we met. You were sitting in that conference room looking every bit of sexy in that suit. When our eyes locked, I felt it instantly. You know, that strain of unreleased passion...that seductive pull...that pure animal lust...” she said in a soft purr.
She could see he was trying hard to keep a straight face as she spoke. She felt the tension in his body even though she hadn’t touched him yet. She was slowly backing him into a corner of the hotel room, staring deep into his eyes as she did so. She’d always been told that she should never play poker because all of her emotions were written in her eyes. This time, she’d use it to her advantage. She decided to think about everything wet dreams were made of, which was easy considering Daman was her target. She knew that he realized it was a game because with them, it had been that way since the beginning. Yet she continued to draw him into her web, and when he hit the corner table, she knew his cards were up. Now all he could do was play by her rules.
“Every time we are within ten feet of each other, I can’t help but imagine your lips kissing, licking and sucking on every inch of me, and in return, you letting me have my way with you to do any and everything I please. I don’t know what it is about you that makes me lose my damn mind with lust, but I can’t resist the craving to have you buried deep, deep inside of me any longer.”
Imani was playing with fire, but she didn’t care. Seduction was all part of the game they had started, and she planned on finishing this round on top. Literally.
By now, Daman was sitting on the table for support. Imani slowly hiked up her
She crinkled her nose at him.
“Baby girl, the more you do that, the more turned on I get.”
“I’m not your baby or your girl. And another thing, you use your bluntness to hide who you really are. You claim to be direct, yet you only say what you think people want to hear, not how you really feel. There’s a distinct difference.”
He looked a little taken aback with her statement, which let her know she was close to the truth.
“So you think you have me all figured out?”
She thought about his sarcastic question. She didn’t think she had him all figured out, but she’d never admit that to him. When dealing with women, a man like Daman always had an agenda and in this case, he was baiting her.
“Yes, I do. You aren’t as complicated as you’d like to think you are. There are many little things that I’m beginning to understand about your character, and sometimes your nonchalant attitude is misplaced.”
She watched the amused expression leave his face and return in the same second.
“So let me get this straight. You’re beginning to notice many little things about me. Your words, correct?”
“Yes. Your point?”
“Well, my point is that usually when a woman notices little things about a man, it’s because she’s interested in him. And every time I hint at you and I getting better acquainted, you make a face or frown.”
“That’s because you’re irritating. When something irritates me, I can’t help but notice it, or in this case, notice you, every time some annoying comment comes out of your mouth.”
“So you don’t deny being interested in me? Someone as arrogant and self-centered as myself?”
She didn’t like where this conversation was headed. He worked her last nerve, and she couldn’t understand why she even let him get to her. Truth be told, she did like him. Any woman would be crazy not to notice how sexy he was, and she knew he found her attractive. She even liked their bickering at times, but Daman always wanted to be the winner, and Imani was never the type to lose easily. She thought he had learned that two could play this game, but apparently he needed a reminder—a reminder he wouldn’t forget.
“Honestly, I was attracted to you the first day we met. You were sitting in that conference room looking every bit of sexy in that suit. When our eyes locked, I felt it instantly. You know, that strain of unreleased passion...that seductive pull...that pure animal lust...” she said in a soft purr.
She could see he was trying hard to keep a straight face as she spoke. She felt the tension in his body even though she hadn’t touched him yet. She was slowly backing him into a corner of the hotel room, staring deep into his eyes as she did so. She’d always been told that she should never play poker because all of her emotions were written in her eyes. This time, she’d use it to her advantage. She decided to think about everything wet dreams were made of, which was easy considering Daman was her target. She knew that he realized it was a game because with them, it had been that way since the beginning. Yet she continued to draw him into her web, and when he hit the corner table, she knew his cards were up. Now all he could do was play by her rules.
“Every time we are within ten feet of each other, I can’t help but imagine your lips kissing, licking and sucking on every inch of me, and in return, you letting me have my way with you to do any and everything I please. I don’t know what it is about you that makes me lose my damn mind with lust, but I can’t resist the craving to have you buried deep, deep inside of me any longer.”
Imani was playing with fire, but she didn’t care. Seduction was all part of the game they had started, and she planned on finishing this round on top. Literally.
By now, Daman was sitting on the table for support. Imani slowly hiked up her
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