From the Inside Flap
"I'm used to cheap whiskey," he advises with a wry smile. "I wasn't always a director of my own firm. Seb, Harry, and I lived not far from here when we left university, and we learned to live on a budget."
"I bet your idea of a budget is a lot different to mine." I pour two large shots of the whiskey. "When you left home, did Daddy warn you he'd only pay off the first two thousand of your credit card every month?" I bring the glasses over.
He takes one, his smile fading a little. "You think I come from a privileged background."
"Don't you? What was your last girlfriend's name? Poppy? Autumn? Clara?"
His lips twitch. "Felicity."
"See! There you go. I bet the women you're used to are all vegetarians or vegans. I bet they do Pilates and play tennis and refuse to have their kids vaccinated."
He tips his head to the side, and his eyelids lower halfway, which gives him a hot, sultry look. "So why am I here?"
"You fancy a bit of rough?"
A frown flickers on his brow. "That's what you think of me?"
"Caleb, it's okay. I get why you're here. I bet when the other girls you sleep with are in bed they're checking their reflection over your shoulder to make sure their hair is still in place. I bet when they come--if they do come, because that means being out of control, which women like that don't like, so they probably fake it--they go, Oh!" I make a little French-like squeak.
He studies my face, but doesn't say anything.
I move closer to him, my heart racing. "You're here because you think I'm different. You think I'm going to be loud, and dirty, and that I like it rough. You think I don't care what my hair looks like, and that I'm going to scream your name and claw your back. You think you'll be able to do anything you want to me, and that I'll lie back and let you, or give you a few ideas of my own."
I stand in front of him, take another mouthful of whiskey, and then lick my lips. "And you know what? You're right."
Caleb stares at me. For a second, I think I've frightened him off, and he's going to grab his jacket and leg it out of the door.
But he doesn't. Instead, he moves closer, slides a hand to cup my cheek, and bends his head to kiss me.