“No, but I have a handful of cousins around these parts,” I tell him.
“Your last name have anything to do with the name of this town?” he asks.
And there it is, the thing that will have him running. “Yep, my family basically owns the town. Grandfathers of generations past built the place.”
“That’s a really cool family legacy to have,” Sammie says.
I pause the fingers that are currently massaging his face. “That doesn’t bother you?”
“That your family owns a town? Why? Should it?”
“Men around here tend to run in the other direction because of my name.” I shrug.
“I’m not from around here.” He smirks.
“No, the three-piece suit really makes that clear.” I laugh. I feel slightly bad for what I’m about to do when I pick up my needling pen. “Hold still. If it gets to be too much, let me know and we can stop.”
“If what gets to be too much?”
“This.” I run the pen down the first part of his forehead.
Sammie doesn’t even flinch. “What is that?”
“Needling. It’s going to resurface your skin, make it as smooth as a baby,” I tell him.
“People pay you to do this to them?”
“Yep.” I smile. “Does it hurt?”
“I can handle it,” he says.
“Okay.” I continue running the pen over his skin. I thought he’d be jumping off the bed and telling me to go to hell by now. “So, you really flew all the way out here just to try to get in my panties again?”
“Most people don’t turn down a second round at, and I quote:The best sex of my life, Alice, the best sex I’m ever going to have,” he says.
“How do you know I told Alice that?” I pause, hovering a hand over his face.
Sammie is staring up at me. “I watched the CCTV footage of you leaving the casino.”
“They have audio? Like people are actually listening to us in those places?” I ask.
“Yup. We also have lip-readers on staff if the audio isn’t caught,” he says.
“That’s… Wait… I never told you what town I was from or where I worked. How did you find me?”
“I have resources.” He shrugs again.
“Okay, we’re done.” I set the pen down, pick up a wipe, and clean off his face, more out of habit than anything else. “I don’t know what you thought coming here was going to achieve but you need to leave.”
Sammie catches my wrist when I walk around to the side of the table. Within seconds, he’s sitting up and pulling me to stand between his spread legs. “We are not done,” he says. “Why would you turn down the best sex of your life?”
“Because one night with you broke me. I’m going to be trying to repair that damage for probably months. I don’t need to get more broken.”
“Broke you? How?” His concerned eyes roam up and down my body. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me. Worse. I couldn’t get myself off last night because all I could think about was how good you were. You messed with my head.”
Sammie smiles wide at me. “Let me take you out for dinner.”