Chapter 158: The Proposition
Townhouse, Annecy
Sam looked at the slicked blond, jaw clenched. The last draw was that evening when she literally had the Hotel and room number of that Chemical Engineer attending the Ball.
Levi Jackson walked in casually, inviting her back home. His long arm snaked around her waist from behind, pulling her close to his side. The way he looked down at her warmly and the dangerous proximity when he leaned forward to whisper to her ear caused her mind to go blank for a second.
Her eyes dilated, his familiar hypnotic scent overwhelmed her senses, bringing her back to the memory of the reunion when he pushed her against the door.
"It had turned stale. We should head back to the Townhouse, Dear," he said, warm breath caressing her exposed skin, and she forgot how to speak.
It took her a second or two to return to her senses, just in time to catch a glimpse of the man looking at her in disgust as he departed.
And it dawned on her then that the Irishman had yet again spoiled her plan; she tore herself away from the blond who was grinning to himself.
She glared at him, opening her mouth to blame him, but she held her tongue, not wanting to make a scene, and she walked out. The blond followed after her, and the two retreated to Townhouse where they were having that argument.
Levi looked at her, "You’re upset with me because you couldn’t have coitus with a stranger?" he challenged an edge to his tone. He was angry too, angry that she was acting like the common folk, idiotic. Her eyes narrowed at him, "You know that’s not it; it’s you doing it constantly." She said.
"Just bloody admit it." She spat, stomping her feet as she walked to the kitchen to get something to drink, something preferably with more than 10 % alcohol.