patted her butt.
In return she shook her head and patted the top of his head with a smile. The old man adjusted his toupee and smiled with only a hint of regret.
Oh, good. Everyone had sex on the brain, not just Em. Maybe it was the hotel. She reached for her water and gulped it down.
“You okay?” he asked her, bringing her attention back to him.
As if she could possibly forget he was there.
Not quite sure she trusted herself to speak, she nodded her head. See? See how fine I am? And by the way, will you come with me to Hollywood and save my sorry career?
“Please, sit,” he urged, putting a hand on her arm.
Just like in the elevator, his touch electrified.
“I’d really love to bring you dessert,” he said. He smiled a little. Could he see how he turned her on without even trying? “I owe you.”
“No, that’s okay. Really. I—”
He put a finger on her lips, yet again touching her, and yet again causing her every hormone to stand up and take notice.
“Wait here,” he said in quiet demand.
Wait here, repeated those hormones, and quivered. She nodded, and he gave her another little knowing smile that told her he realized exactly what he did to her. She watched him stride off, tall, sure…confident that she’d wait simply because he’d commanded it to be so.
She didn’t understand it, but he had this unsettling way about him of getting her to do what he wanted.
What was that?
She had no idea, but she waited. But only because she wanted to.
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