He leans even closer, and my heart starts to pound in my chest. “Oh, you like me,” he whispers. “That’s exactly the problem.”
“You only date women who don’t like you?”
His eyes glitter. “I don’t date at all, Gemma.”
“Oh,” I whisper, my mind reeling at all that his words imply.
Everything about this man, from the way he kisses to the way he looks at me to the sexual energy practically pouring off him, screams he’s not one to go without female company for long. So, he may not date, but he certainly….
Makes love?
No, that’s not the right term.
He…
Fucks.
This is a man whofucks.
The thought alone is enough to give me heart palpitations.
“Stop looking at me like that, Gemma,” he says, his voice so low, it sounds like a threat. Probably because itisone.
“Like what?” I ask defensively, my eyes locking with his.
“Like you’d like to see whatnot datingme entails.”
My cheeks heat. “That’s not what I was thinking.”
He doesn’t bother calling me out on my lie.
“Tell me who you are,” I whisper, meeting his eyes though the darkness.
“No, I don’t think so.” His eyes go soft around the edges and his voice drops so low I can barely make out his next words. “You’ll find out soon enough, anyway.”
“What does that mean?”
He shakes his head.
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “You won’t tell me and I clearly suck at guessing. That leaves us only one option.”
His brows lift in amusement. “Does it, now?”
I nod gravely. “Two Truths and a Lie — have you ever played?”
“No, but the title gives away the rules of the game.”
“Right.” I fight a blush. “First one to guess four correctly wins.”
“Wins what, exactly?” he asks suspiciously.
“Um….” The blush I was fighting takes over. “Uh…”
“First rule of negotiations.” He leans closer, his eyes on mine. “Always know your endgame. Otherwise, there’s no point in fighting at all.”
“Oh, god.”
“What?”