A Game Of Temptation

LAURA

“Sit.” He said when I just continued to stand there.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” I snapped. I was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that this man-Alex-was Jack’s close friend which didn’t bode well for me at all.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

For one, I was Balery’s best friend. We were bound to have dinners or hang-outs where mutual friends would be invited and it was a given that Alex would be invited along too. I would have to be seeing him from time to time and would have to endure the heat from the memories that would bombard me every damn time he opened that sinful mouth.

Then there was the vacation. I had planned on having the best time of my life on this trip. There was no way I could do that with him here now.

Or was there?

We would have to see each other everyday, but I could pretend that I didn’t think about what happened between us anymore. I could pretend that I wasn’t attracted to him.

In fact, I would make it hard for me.

Suddenly, I was glad for the way that I had packed. Every single sexy thing I owned was in that bag and now that Alex was coming along, even better.

If it ended up being too hard to pretend that I wasn’t attracted to him, then I would make sure that I wasn’t the only one that it was hard for.

Settled, I dropped down my seat, glancing at my bag that he held. When he saw me looking, placed it on the table in front of me, just beside his own bag.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed it and shoved it under my seat. I would be eating soon. I didn’t want my toiletries sharing my meal with me.

“So, you know Balery.” Alex noted, turning slightly in his seat to face me.

I didn’t know if anyone had ever told him but it was a heady feeling to be given all his attention. I felt the full force of those intense green eyes filled that had heat lurking in their depths. Distinctly, I thought about how those same eyes had squeezed closed in agony when I’d tightened around him and I involuntarily clenched around air.

Clearing my throat, I looked away from him and shifted slightly in my seat, hoping to God that he hadn’t caught that tiny movement. When I looked back up at him, the heat flaring in his eyes told me that he had not missed it. My cheeks turned hot.

I was blushing. What the hell?

“Yeah, she’s my best friend. And you know Jack.” It wasn’t a question.

Jacks other friends-I couldn’t remember their names because I hadn’t been paying attention when they introduced themselves-settled into their seats and the hostess let us know that the jet would be taking off soon.

Alex nodded, his eyes dipping to chest. “I do.”

“Is that why you were at the hotel?” I asked, everything suddenly clicking in my head. “Did you attend the wedding?”

“Yes and yes.” He confirmed. “I saw you at the reception but you had your back to me. It was out of sheer luck that I met you in the elevator.”

Oh wow. I had not seen him once. To think that that night, he had known that I attended the party, but I didn’t know that he had too. Now that I thought about it, I was probably foolish to not have figured it out because he had been wearing a tux. Why would he dress that way if he hadn’t just attended a formal event?

“Hmm.” I said noncommittally and turned away to stare out the window. We were finally in the air and I was turned on. By the man sitting to my right. I could bet that he was too. It was a mutual thing and we could probably just have sex and get each other out of our systems finicky, but it wasn’t a good idea.

I didn’t have sex with the same person twice. It was tacky and most often led to uncomfortable situations that could have easily been avoided if we had both parted after the first lay.

Plus, having sex again with a man like Alex, who was friends with my best friends husband-and knew just how to work my body, was an incredibly bad idea.

“I’ve not been able to stop thinking about that night, Laura.”

I almost choked on saliva. Those words, combined with his voice, fried my brain. No. Seriously, I was pretty sure the low purr I heard was the sound of my brain frying.

“Try.” I croaked.

“Impossible.” He said evenly. “I can tell you’ve been thinking about it too.”

I scoffed. “Wrong. It hasn’t even crossed my mind.”

The chances of me going to hell were increasing by the day and if that rumour I started about Matt in seventh grade that he had two penises, hadn’t already solidified that-he yanked out a piece of my hair without warning and it had hurt like a bitch-then this did.

If there was one thing that I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about over the past week, it was the night that I spent with Alex and while it might sound like an exaggeration, it really really wasn’t.

Maybe it was because no man had ever really been able to give me orgasms that easily. Most times, the sex was so disappointing that I wasn’t able to look at a man until at least a week had passed. I had gotten used to giving myself an orgasm with my vibrator, because-hell, that was the truth-my vibrator was better than a lot of those men.

My vibrator had nothing on Alex. Fuck that. My vibrator was a six and Alex was a thousand and ten-off the fucking charts.

The man just knew my body so well.

“I’ll let you get away with away with a lot of things, Laura, but not lies.”

The look I gave him screamed, ‘what the fuck?’. Who the hell did he think he was?

“I would tell you lies if I damn well please.” I snapped. Then my eyes widened when I realised that I had just indirectly agreed that I had actually been thinking about him. “Not that I am lying because I really didn’t think about you even once, but if I want to, I will and you wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it.”

When I was done with my long rant, he just stared at me with an annoying, arrogant, hot as hell smirk on his lips.

God. I was positive that I hated him. But that hate didn’t stop lust from tightening my nipples into two hard points nor did it stop the wetness that pooled in my centre.

I wasn’t going to survive this flight.

Or rather, I wasn’t going to be able to stay sane through this flight if I remained beside him.

“Laura-”

I stood up abruptly, my eyes anywhere but on him. “I need to use the restroom.”

He could have just stood up so that I could pass, but instead, he leaned back in his seat and stared at me expectantly, waiting for me to pass.

The asshole.

I squeezed past him, knowing that his eyes were on my ass and not giving a single fuck. Let him look his fill.

Hurrying into the restroom, I gave a small wave to Jack’s friends seated beside each other. They were both very good-looking men. On this trip, I was going to make effort to get to know them. Alex be damned.

When I got to the restroom, I stared in the mirror. I was blushing despite my tan. I pressed my hands to my cheeks, not surprised when I felt how hot they were and as if that wasn’t enough, my eyes were slightly dilated.

All these just from an interaction with a man.

I splashed water on my face, pausing when I heard the door to the restroom fall open.

I met Balery’s eyes in the mirror. From the look on her face, she had probably figured out that Alex and I knew each other.

“You already know, don’t you?” I asked, watching her as she closed the door behind her before turning to me fully.

“I suspected.” She leaned back on the door. “When you introduced, there was a way you stared at each other. I thought maybe it was attraction, but then the other men were just as hot as he was so…” She shrugged, letting the sentence hang.

I nodded, turning around to face her. I was starting to get tired of watching her from the mirror. Besides, we had to have this conversation facing each other.

“We’ve met before.”

“I figured. Where?”

“The night of your wedding.”

Her mouth fell. “Tell. Me. Everything.”

And I did.