Page 6 of Cruel Proposal
It needs to shock her.
I need her not thinking straight, because if she sees me for who I am before I'm ready, all this is over.
Robert's going to see that I'm still as in control of this family as I've always been.
And then whatever little stunt he's trying to pull on the side is going to dry up.
He might think I don't know the games he's playing, but you don't get to where I am in life without being able to see through another person's shit.
He's not my focus right now, though. She is.
Especially as she licks salt from another woman's neck before taking the shot from between the woman's tits. She smirks asshe puts the shot glass to the side, biting a lime from another woman's lips.
The crowd around her cheers, and she throws her arms up in the air, celebrating her wild side.
There's a part of me that wants to see what that wild side is really made of—to give her what she so desperately craves and allow her to run absolutely wild.
Maybe one day I can give her everything she's hoping for. Though, that's going to have to be just before I kill her. Leaving her alive would be too risky.
I grab a napkin and a pen, scrawling a message on it before handing it back to the bartender. "I'll give you a thousand-dollar tip if you make sure this gets to the woman taking that body shot right now."
The bartender arches his eyebrow as I pull out the money. "All that for some note to be sent to a woman?"
"Give it to her first, then you get the money." I peel off a couple of hundred from the top and pass it to him. "To make sure the job gets done."
He nods and takes the money, stuffing it into the back pocket of his shorts before rounding the bar.
I pull the brim of my hat a little lower, hiding my face as much as possible. I want to see her reaction before she sees me.
The bartender serves a couple more people, waiting for his replacement to show up before he slips out from behind the bar. He crosses the sand over to her.
She's still taking body shots as if she doesn't have a care in the world, her steps wobbling more as she stands up straight, gets a little closer to him when he calls for her attention, and takes the note.
This is going to be perfect.
And by perfect, I mean that this is the start of dozens of lives going up in flames.
At least it was supposed to be, until a man approaches her, pulling her away before the bartender has the chance to deliver the note.
I don't know who the hell he is, since his back is to me.
But I'm not leaving until she reads the note.
I want to see her face when she realizes she's fucked.
Chapter Three
SUMMER
There'ssomething so intoxicating about taking a shot of tequila from some random guy's crotch, the swell of his cock against his board shorts making me feel like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff and about to step over.
I tip my head back, the shot pouring down my throat. As I take the glass out of my mouth and slam it down on the table beside me, a woman approaches with another shot of tequila between her boobs and a line of salt on her neck.
Her soft moan is breathy as I lick the salt from her neck. Each time I've taken a shot from her today, the moans get a little louder, the look in her eyes a little more eager.
She's not my type, but I'm not ruling out doing something entirely insane either. After all, double-ended dildos could work wonders if I'm motivated enough.
Téa looks at me and shakes her head. "I can see that look in your eyes, and I know whatever you're thinking isn't going to end well, so why don't you just get your head out of the gutter?"
