“Always good to know where I stand.”
Con trapped me in the corner between the empty coat rack and the wall.
I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid.
“What do you want? I have to get back.” I hoped my tone sounded unaffected.
“Same thing I’ve wanted for two damn years: another taste of you.”
I sucked in a breath and fought the shivers of anticipation coursing through me. No. Absolutely not. Can’t happen.
“Why would you want another taste of the stuck up bitch you threw out of your gym?” I crossed my arms, ready to block any verbal blows that might be coming. Turns out, I didn’t need to.
Con looked up to the ceiling and cleared his throat before speaking. “Life doesn’t give us many second chances. If this is mine, then I’m not going to waste it.”
My mind reeled as my heart kicked into a gallop. “I don’t even know what that means.”
He dropped his eyes back down to meet mine. The intensity of his stare pressed me into the wall. “It means this is how it’s going to go down: You want that property. I want a shot with you. I get what I want, then you get what you want.”
My entire body stilled. Well, everything except for my mouth dropping open. Was he seriously expecting me to whore myself out for the deed? My temper flared, but I held back the imminent explosion. I wanted confirmation before I shoved him away and slapped him across the face.
“What exactly are you proposing?”
His chin lifted, and his dark blue eyes sparked with heat. “What do you think I’m proposing, princess?”
My hands shot out, palms connecting with the solid muscles of his chest. I shoved, but Con didn’t budge. Instead, he brought his hands up to cover mine, trapping them against the fabric of his tux. I yanked my hands back, but Con’s grip didn’t break.
He leaned down and spoke quietly just above my ear. “That wasn’t very ladylike, Vanessa. You didn’t even let me finish.”
I struggled against his hold as he added, “I didn’t say I expected you to fuck me for it. Your dirty mind went there all by itself.”
The sound that crawled out of my throat was also not ladylike. “Let. Me. Go.”
His fingers slid along the backs of my hands and curled around my wrists. I fought as he raised my arms and pinned them to the wood paneled wall above my head.
“Not until I’m good and ready. And I can’t be sure I’ll ever be ready.”
My nipples hardened in response to his cocky declaration. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, hoping naively that the move would block out the effects of his words and touch. It didn’t.
“So what do you say, Vanessa? You willing to give me a shot?”
I swallowed, and my heart hammered a staccato rhythm in my chest. Pressed so tightly against me, there was no way Con could miss it.
Fixing my eyes on his, I decided that being on the defensive wasn’t going to gain me any ground. So I asked the question burning on my tongue.
“Why?” I asked. “Why would you want a chance with me? You don’t even like me.”
His lips quirked up into a sardonic smile. “I don’t really remember if I like you or not.”
I glared at him. “You’re a pig, you know that?”
The smile faded, and a hard look settled over his features. My attention cut to the door. Con didn’t miss it.
“Oh, no, princess. I told you—you ain’t going anywhere until I’m ready to let you go.” He leaned in until I could feel his breath against my temple as he added, “And I wasn’t joking when I said I might never be ready.”
I refused to look up, knowing that his expression would be smoldering, promising me things I couldn’t have.
“No.” My tone was implacable.
“Look at me.”
“No,” I repeated.
“Then you’re screwed. And not in the way that ends with you coming all over my dick.”
His crude taunt worked. I ripped my gaze away from the studs of his tuxedo shirt and up to his face.
“Like I said before, you’re a pig.”
“And it turns out that you’re not a whore.” He shifted his grip on my wrists to one hand and lowered the other to brush a lock of hair away from my face. “Good to know.”
“Then if you don’t want me to whore myself out, what do you want from me?”
“Like I said, a shot.”
I huffed out a frustrated breath. “But what does that mean?”
“What would you do if I told you I wanted to pick you up at your front door and take you out on the town?”
My blood froze. If that was his requirement, then it was out of the question.
A perfectly executed project wouldn’t matter if my reputation were in tatters. When I didn’t answer right away, Con released my wrists and pushed away from the wall. He crossed to the other side of the coatroom as though wanting to get as far away from me as possible.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, spinning back around to face me.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“That look of horror on your face said it all.” He punctuated his words with a humorless laugh, and I felt my chance slipping away. But the strange part was, I didn’t know if it was the chance at the property or the elusive second chance with Con that I was going to be more devastated to lose.
That can’t matter. But I could be honest with him.
“It’s not personal. I couldn’t publicly date any guy with the kind of reputation you’ve carved out for yourself. Right now, I’m an asset to the foundation. Even if I were to get the property, if at any time my reputation were to become… a liability, I’d kiss my chance at running the place goodbye.”