Now she’s the vixen with her hand under the table, in my lap, thumb moving high on my thigh, so close to where I want her. “Are you trying to get me back to your place?”
“As a matter of fact, I am.” I grin. It’s almost an act of surrender. I’m tough when I need to be, unbreakable, f*****g determined. But this girl—this woman—destroys me. Turns me into something weak. “Whenever and however I can.”
Even her head shake turns me on. “That’s finished. We’re finished. Because you’re a liar.”
“Yes,” she hisses, eyes gleaming. “You made my dad lie on your behalf. A rich uncle leaving money for college? I bet it made you so f*****g happy that I bought that lie hook, line, and sinker. You probably loved that.”
I sit back, trying not to show that I’m a little taken aback. Was she eavesdropping wh
