- "I'm sorry, but I don't think I heard you right." She crossed her arms.- "Are you apologizing for being jealous?" Ethan, being as much of a jerk as possible, asked.- "How inflated does your ego have to be to assume that I'm jealous?"Even though he knew Blair was attracted to him, Ethan also knew she was too confident a woman to submit. The truth was, the only thing that would make the redhead surrender was her own will.- "Very much" finally, was what he replied.Blair felt her face burn with anger and remorse. Those were definitely not the words she wanted to hear. Maybe something gentle, or maybe a sharp tease. She was ready for a lot of things, but not for Banks's sarcastic side.- "Okay. I said what I wanted, now if you'll excuse me, I need to go. Have a good night." Blair didn't wait for an answer, nor did she give the man time to react.She simply started walking out of the apartment, irritated by his responses. Her thoughts scolded her for giving in to temptation. It would
Blair stroked him back. There was something inside her that made her want to keep going just to satisfy her desires. Her hands gripped Ethan's shoulders, slid down his biceps, and then back up to his chest. She wanted all of him.The man positioned himself perfectly between Blair's legs, at an exciting angle for both of them. He made subtle movements with his hips to sharpen the electricity floating between their bodies. Tongues danced, hands spread, and senses were mixed.Ethan brought his hand to Blair's intimate part and fingered her until he found her point of greatest pleasure, even under the fabric. He made light movements, always calm and slow, unlike the desperate kiss. His fingers circled between her legs, going up and down that moist region, preparing her with reverence.The man was losing his sanity. He wanted to relieve everything he felt for that body, but he had a rule of worshiping every part of a woman's anatomy, making sure he deserved the moment and giving her the be
The first movement into Blair's body was intense, as she squeezed him like a closed fist. The woman sighed as she felt him completely, with some difficulty in supporting the entire length in her depth.It was impossible to tell where one's anatomy began and the other's ended. Under the dim light, the nuances of their bodies in constant friction and desirous movements were clear. The clear glass separating the couple from the rest of Las Vegas reflected what was happening in that apartment. The sound that their skins together reproduced was music that the walls would not forget.Ethan gripped the sheets with a force that Blair's body couldn't handle. She wrapped her legs around him, even though she felt them weakening. Their eyes were always connected, with the pleasure of fulfilling promises made before.For the first time, Blair saw him differently. He wasn't the fallen angel, he wasn't the knight of the night. He was a man stripped of armor, open to whatever she had to offer. Vulner
When the man returned to the room, he was wearing a three-piece black suit and shiny shoes. In his right hand was a green tie, very similar to the color of Blair's dress. He looked at the redhead on his bed, her blue eyes expectant, and decided he should say something before he left for his appointments. However, the woman was quicker.- "What happens now?" she asked. Behind the question, there were many other questions to be asked, but she didn't have enough courage to say them all out loud.- "I need to go back to New York, but we can resolve your concerns when I return," Ethan replied, as simply as he could. He spoke as if he were sitting at a table in his office, in front of dozens of other businessmen.Blair's blue eyes were like the Maldives sea. They were clear, they were beautiful, they were pure. And through them, you could see the fear creeping in. The fear of disappointment, the fear of making a mistake, the fear of regret.- "Of course" was what she preferred to say.Ethan
Blair set the cards down on the table again. She glanced at her friend, and realized he was taking in her appearance. Her dress from the night before was clean and tidy, her hair damp and her feet bare. Drake sat on the couch, still studying the woman.- "Who did you sleep with?" he asked, without preamble.- "I don't..." the redhead was interrupted without warning.- "I want a name, Blair. Tell me who you were with, and I'll tell you if we need to schedule your therapy."- "You're saying that because you know the answer." Blair crossed her arms, seeing some humor in her friend's attitude.- "If the answer is Ethan Banks, then your therapy starts tomorrow"- "Why would we be bad together?" Blair sat down on the couch, next to Drake.Deep down, she knew the answer. She knew that two freight trains, on the same track, traveling in opposite directions, would collide at some point. She knew they would be like fire; they would burn and smolder, but they would also come to an end very quick
Ethan walked to the bedroom's panoramic window again, thinking about how many mistakes he was making. First, by leaving his work in the background. Banks was a name that commanded respect, that made people feel admiration. Carrying that surname was a task that required dedication. Ethan always gave his all to the companies he ran, always seeking and achieving to be the best of all. However, when certain red hairs crossed his path, it didn't take long for him to cancel commitments.- "How is Australia?"- "I don't know. We've been in Norway for two weeks."George, Ethan's father, was a man who loved to travel with his wife. After retiring and leaving his only son in charge of the family business, he decided to see the world.- "And when will they be back?"- "When we have reason. Maybe on your birthday."Ethan turned to the bedroom door when he heard it open, and found his friend and attorney entering the room. Joseph Carter was dressed in sweats and a thin t-shirt after a quick run to
- "They have an alleged involvement in the mafia" he confided.- "And when did it ever seem like a good idea to ask me to seduce a mobster?" Blair questioned, sarcasm and mockery dripping from her tone.- "If you knew who he really was, you would never agree to work with me," Spencer argued.The truth was that, five months earlier, the inspector was desperate. He had already carried out other investigations into the Benedict case, and all of them had failed. However, when he discovered that the daughter of a filmmaker had requested a transfer from the New York department to the Las Vegas department, the inspector saw the perfect opportunity to infiltrate the elite. Blair Collins was above suspicion. The man did not want to miss this opportunity, because he knew that it would be years before he had another.- "Is that all?" Blair inquired.- "Benedict was also involved with the Mafia. He was one of George Banks' best friends. I started investigating my brother when I became suspicious
- "I liked the flowers," I comment. I know Mirtes is happy when I compliment her. She thinks that somehow I'm getting better. Maybe I really am. Pretending better.- "That's nice, Blair. I like it when you wear pink."She buys me pink dresses, and pink shoes, and pink socks. Well, I realized that she has turned me into her own personal doll. I can't complain, since she keeps me in her house and feeds me. The least I can do is be grateful for all of this.- "I know" I start moving my hands, my good old habit. I do this when I'm starting to get nervous, just like now.- "It looks like it's going to rain today, so I decided to have the party in the living room, not in the garden. I hope you won't be upset."Mirtes walks closer to me. Too close. I really like her, but I don't know how close I can stand someone. It's like she's entering my comfort zone, like Jean used to do.- "Okay. I like the room."- "And I picked out a pretty dress for you to wear. It's pink," she smiles sweetly, and I