Chapter 22

We enjoyed a delicious seafood dinner by the ocean side, and we were watching Shrek for the one-millionth time at the indoor theatre because little Sam would not settle down until she heard the soundtrack for Shrek.

So much for me choosing what to watch.

She slept before the end of the movie, so we watched a little of Richard Quest on CNN because Samuel insisted on not missing that.

I cannot get my way with these two, huh?

Time to go home and watch whatever I want.

I moved to lift her, but his hand laid on mine and brought my movement to a halt.

"Do not wake her. I will take you home whenever she wakes up."

"But it is getting late."

"I will take you home no matter how late it gets."

Samuel got off a business call to find me grabbing our bag, and a frown etched on his face.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I am doing? I am getting ready to leave, of course."

"You are not going home tonight, Debs. It is too late."

"Say what now? You assured me you would take us home when she wakes up, and she is up. Take us home."

"Debby, it is a two-hour drive and another two hours for me to return. By the time I get back home, it will be 2 am. I am too tired to fly, and my pilot has retired for the night. You are not going back home tonight. I will have someone take you home first thing in the morning. You have everything you need here, so settle in. You are staying."

Can you imagine the guts on this guy?

First, he did not let me wake Sam. Then he goes back on his promise without an iota of shame. He speaks from both sides of his mouth and cannot be trusted.

"We are going home. We are not sleeping over, period. That was not our agreement. "

"It is not as if you have something important to do at home. All you do is take care of Sam, watch shows and sleep. I will be bored for the rest of the night if you leave and would rather have you here than talk over the phone. Drop the bags, take a bath, and we can watch more movies before retiring to bed."

The nerve.

"Why are you protesting so much?"

"I cannot sleep here because I do not trust you."

"You mean you do not trust yourself around me because you are highly attracted to me?"

"Are you insinuating I cannot help myself around you?"

What was that, Debby? Do you really want to go down this road?

"I do not think you even trust your words because your voice is a little shaky, my dear Pinocchio."

Is there a limit to this guy's ego? Is he trying to insinuate that I cannot help myself around him?

Yes, Debby, you are guilty as charged, case closed.

"I trust myself, thank you very much, but I do not trust you because your moves are a little shady. Who am I kidding? You are fucking shady. You are the one that is trying to lure me into sleeping over. What did you have planned? That I will somehow rip my clothes off in the middle of the night and beg you to have sex with me?"

He licked his lips with a smug plastered on his face, and I almost slapped it off.

"No, pal. You are pretty, but you are not that hot. I have seen and had better. You are not my type, and I am not that desperate."

The defeated look on his face boosted my ego, so I walked closer to him.

Draping one hand around his waist, I pulled him closer and began playing with the buttons on his shirt. A painful hiss escaped his mouth. His jaw tightened. Standing on my tippy toes, I brought my lips close to his ear and whispered seductively.

"I bet you were hoping I would climb into your bed completely naked and beg you to take me... hard." I moved my lips close to his and ran my finger over his jawline, and his breath became ragged.

Atta girl.

"You want my soft breasts all over your face." He moaned softly, and I tugged at his hair. "You want me to run my hands through your hair and call you daddy while you fuck the hell out of me." He inhaled sharply.

"Would you prefer me screaming your name while I ride you endlessly?" He closed his eyes, visibly trying to restrain himself.

"Oh, yeah. Sam, yes, just like that. Cum for me, daddy, cum all over these juicy titties. I know you want to, do you not?"

"I do." He murmured, and I could not help my smug.

I placed a soft kiss on his lips, and he groaned the moment I detached myself from his body.

Checkmate.

"You know what? I will stay. I want to show you I am not that into you. But I cannot say the same for you, though. The enormous bulge in your pants gives you away."

"Fuck." He cursed and looked down at his erection. "You do not play fair, do you?"

I gave him a wink.

"Two can definitely play this game."

"Fuck. I need a cold shower."

He rushed off, and I switched to law and order SVU as I finally got my TV time. Ironically, it was an episode where a millionaire lured a girl into his home and raped her. Thankfully, she was not a single mother.