“What do you want?” Mr. Stevenson responds.
Sebastian walks past him and into the apartment. He closes the door behind him, and his eyes find mine across the room before he turns his attention back to Mr. Stevenson.
“We’re swapping partners,” Garcia announces.
“Over my dead body.”
“Don’t fucking test me.”
“I said no.” Mr. Stevenson pushes Sebastian, and then Sebastian pushes him back. “Leave. Your new room is 121. Luna is waiting for you. I’ve made it worth her while, and she’s excited for the swap,” Sebastian tells him.
“She didn’t pick me first, asshole. I want Cartier.” He shoves him again.
“You can’t have her,” Sebastian growls.
“Stop it!” I snap. “I’m not an object you can just have! Neither of you can fucking have me.” I walk over to the door and open it in a rush. “Get out. The both of you. I’m not having sex with either of you idiots, so just leave.”
Sebastian tilts his chin, clearly happy with my outburst.
“See?” he gestures to me with his hand. “She’s not having sex with anybody. You may as well take Luna up on her offer. We both know she’s a sure thing.”
I stare at Sebastian for a moment as I process his words, and an angry haze begins to cloud my vision. Just how many fucking times has Sebastian been with Luna?
“You know what? Just get out.” I’m going to get fired for this, but I don’t give a crap. I’m too angry to care anymore.
“Me?” Sebastian scoffs.
“Yes, you! What makes you think I want Luna’s sloppy seconds? Anyone’s sloppy seconds, actually. This place, as well as you, insults my intelligence.” I push him out the door, and then I turn to Mr. Stevenson. “This is your last chance: Luna or the spare room?”
His eyes hold mine. “You’re actually serious?”
“Yes. I’m fucking serious.” I march up the hallway toward the bedroom. “Having sex with you is the last thing I want to do, so I know what offer I would take if I were you.” I call as I slam the bedroom door shut behind me.
My heart is beating hard in my chest, and I take a deep breath to try calm myself down.
Damn it, I’m going to get fired.
Ten thousand pounds is better than nothing, though. It’s a start.
But will I even get paid for tonight?
I needed twenty thousand, but I don’t care anymore. No amount of money is worth degrading myself to this level.
I walk into the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. All dressed up with nowhere to go. What a joke.
I hear the door slam, and I put my ear to the back of my door and listen carefully.
I think Mr. Stevenson has gone.
I walk back up the hallway, and I see the key to the apartment on the kitchen counter, I exhale with relief.
Thank God for Luna. I wonder if she will be with both of them now. Is that even a thing?
For fuck’s sake… just yuck.
I can’t believe I’m being forced to even think about that.
Champagne. I need all the champagne.
I take the bottle and fill my flute to the top. I take a sip. It’s crisp, refreshing, and tastes delicious.
“Are you going to offer me a glass?” a deep voice asks behind me.
I spin to see Sebastian sitting back with his arms stretched out across the back of the couch, his leg crossed at the ankle.
I didn’t see him when I came in, was he there the whole time?
“I told you to leave,” I say.
“And I told you that I wanted to spend the night with you,” he replies calmly.
“Well, you can’t,” I snap, I drain my glass and refill it.
“What’s wrong with you tonight?”
My eyes widen. “You have to ask? You can’t be that stupid.”
He gives me a slow sexy smile. “Try me.”
I roll my eyes. “Go away, Sebastian. I’m not interested.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re fucking with my head!” I snap. “And I don’t even know you.”
He stands and comes to me in one movement. He pours himself a glass of champagne and then taps his glass with mine. “I think you have that the wrong way around… Cartier.” He takes a slow sip.
“My name is April.”
“Is it? Because I was introduced to you as Cartier.”
“See?” I bark. “You’re doing it again. Fucking with my head.”
He chuckles and sips his champagne.
He thinks this is funny.
“Please leave.” I turn my back to him. “I wanted to talk to you this morning and you didn’t want any of it, so don’t show up here now demanding sex.”
“Have I mentioned sex?”
I spin back toward him. “I believe your words were: any wet pussy will do.”
Amusement flashes across his face. “I may have been a bit ̶ ,” he pauses as if searching for the right word. “Aggravated last time I saw you. My apologies if I ruffled your feathers.”
“You were an asshole.”
“I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“But you were here.”
He sips his champagne as his eyes hold mine. “As a means to an end.”
“Oh, you mean… my means on your end.”
“Don’t be crass.”
I lean closer. “I’ll be whatever I fucking like, Mr. Garcia,” I whisper.
We stare at each other as the air crackles between us, and damn it, it’s there again… the temptation to have angry sex with this man.
Fucked up, hot, and toe-curling pleasure. The kind that you only dream about.
“Why did you leave in a rush the other night?” I ask.
He stays silent.
I shake of my head. “Go home, Sebastian.” I sigh. “I’m not playing your mind games. I’m twenty-five, not twelve.”
“Regardless of your age, you’re too young for me.” He lifts his glass, and I watch his tongue dart out and swipe across his bottom lip.
I feel a throb between my legs.
“I know that.”
He raises an eyebrow as if surprised by my answer.
“Maybe I am too young for you… which is a shame,” I add.
“Why?”
“Because you were the first man I’d ever slept with.”
A confused frown creases his brow.
“I’d slept with little boys before, but never a man, and it was pretty fucking perfect… until you ruined it.”
His jaw clenches, our eyes are locked, and damn, if he isn’t the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life. Tall, dark and dangerous, the kind out of romance novels.
He steps toward me and cups my face. “You thought it was perfect.” He dusts his thumb over my bottom lip, and his eyes search mine.
“You know it was-.”
He cuts me off with a kiss. His lips take mine, and his tongue dances seductively in my mouth.
My toes curl. Damn it, the way he kisses. It’s just so. . .
“We’re no good for each other, Sebastian,” I murmur against his lips.
He takes my face in both hands. “I know. So, let’s be bad for each other instead.
Something snaps inside of me.
I bring my hands to the back of his head, and I kiss him back with everything I have. Our kiss turns desperate. We lose control and turn into animals. I’ve never had a sexual attraction like this to anyone. It’s uncontrollable. Kissing this man is the very last thing I should be doing, but hell, I can’t stop.
“Naked,” he growls. “I need you fucking naked.”
I tear his suit jacket off his shoulders and throw it to the side. I get to work on his shirt buttons. I need him naked.
His lips find my neck, and he runs his teeth down it. I feel like I’m about to combust and am filled with urgency as I struggle with his pants. The button finally breaks free, and I pull his pants down in one sharp movement.
His hard cock springs free. Pre-ejaculate is already beading on its end, and my insides turn to jelly. He puts me over his shoulder and marches up the hallway, the room passing me by upside down.
When we get to the bedroom, he slowly slides me down his body until I’m standing before him.
His eyes close, and his lips press against mine. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” he whispers.
Taking his face in my hands, I kiss him, our tongues dancing together for a long time.
He reaches around and works the zipper of my dress before he takes it off. I stand before him in pale pink lace underwear. His eyes darken as he drinks me in.