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An Excerpt From: A LITTLE LESS CONVERSATION
Copyright © RHYANNON BYRD, 2006.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
“I’m not asking you up to talk, Mark.”
“S’that right?” he asked
softly, while a hard, cynical smile twisted his mouth. Disgust and
disappointment for the whole gut-twisting situation filled him, but
shouldn’t he have known he had this coming? Why in hell had he ever thought
a woman like Melanie Green would seek anything worth more than a fast,
furious fling with him? How fucking stupid could he get? “You’re just
wondering when you’re going to get the fuck, aren’t you?” he asked, angry
with himself for sounding so damn surprised by the situation.
She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out.
“Yeah, that’s it, isn’t it?” he said with a slow nod,
studying her through narrowed, piercing eyes that he wished could peel away
the layers of soft, sweet innocence surrounding her, one by one, until he
could get down deep and see what really made her tick. Discover what she
was really after here, despite those soft eyes…and even softer mouth. “You
agreed to go out with me tonight so you could get some hard cock and a
couple of creamy orgasms, didn’t you, Mel?”
Instead of answering his question, she shook her head at
the new ugliness of his tone…at the suddenly hard set of his face and asked
one of her own. “Why do you sound so…upset, Mark? Are you actually angry
at me for asking you upstairs?”
“Oh, I’m not angry, angel,” he drawled with a slow, mean
smile, lying through his teeth as a cold, brutal fury burned through his
veins, all of it centered on himself for being
such a damn fool. “Tell me, is this why you’ve been staring at me across
the street every goddamn day, whenever you didn’t think I was looking? Were
you just wondering when I’d finally come sniffing around and you’d get the
chance to take a ride of your own? Check out my reputation firsthand?”
A strange expression washed over the delicate features
of her face at his taunting words, and she seemed to harden, all that
beautiful softness dulled by disappointment. “Would it come as such a
shock?” she asked softly. “Is it so ridiculous? You said that’s not what
you were looking for from me, but then you’ve spent the entire evening
flirting with me. All those slow, wicked looks and brushes of your body
against mine.”
“Just what did
you have in mind, sweetheart? A go at it upside the wall? Should I take you
right here on the stairs? It might be a little rough, but then you might
like it like that,” he rasped in a smoky tone that rumbled like thunder,
moving closer, crowding her with his size. “Honestly, baby, you should have
explained this to me at the beginning of the night and then I wouldn’t have
wasted my time trying to figure out how to get inside your pants without
scaring you off. But I guess those innocent little looks are just that,
aren’t they?” he asked, tilting his head as he studied her, his free hand
reaching out to tuck one honeyed curl behind the delicate shell of her ear.
“No, they don’t do justice to the hot, hungry little wanton living inside.
Just tell me what you were looking for, Mel. Never let it be said that I
didn’t live up to my fucking reputation,” he drawled with a cold, taunting
smile. “Or should that be my reputation
for fucking, sweetheart?”
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