"Is that a threat?" I ask giving Sloan a careful glance. With every semi-fucked up thing she's said this morning, I'm not completely sure whether or not we're still playing around.
"It's a promise," she says with mischief in her eyes.
Okay, we're still playing.
That's more like it.
"So if I agree to win her over tonight will you be nicer to me right now?" I ask suggestively.
"You know I'd love to but seriously I can't." She kisses me dismissively on the lips. "I've already texted my client the hugest lie ever as an excuse for pushing back the meeting."
"Who are you meeting with again?"
"A lawyer named Edward Prentis. This is actually our second meeting."
"You mean Eddie ‘lazy eye’ Prentis?"
Sloan sighs with exasperation.
"Don't tell me you know him."
"He's a partner over at the Provident Law Group right?"
"Oh my god! Do you know every man under forty years old on this planet?"
"Not everyone, darlin', but I definitely know everyone in Philadelphia, and within a fifty mile radius of it. This is my town. Camden and I practically raised ourselves in these streets, and we've met a lot more people as fixers."
"So in other words, you know Mr. Prentis, and there's something about him that you don't particularly care for."
I hate that Sloan calls Prentis mister anything. He doesn't deserve the respect. This is exactly why I wish she would just take my referrals. I know of several businesses that would hire her strictly for her commercial design skills. Not just to get into her panties. Which is Prentis’s total MO.
"Yeah, I don't particularly care for the fact that he's a dick."
"Well I'm never going to get any work if I have to avoid every man who you think is a dick."
Eh, maybe she's right.
"Just work for women then," I suggest.
"That's a terribly ignorant thing to say."
"You're right. I bet there's a shit ton of women who'd like to sleep with you too given the chance. So how about you just redecorate the club then? Only work for me. That'll keep things super simple."
"You're certifiable. You know that right?"
Powerful pheromones are flying all over the room. The scent of me all over Sloan is wafting inside of my nostrils, making me want her again in the most primal sort of way. I just want to pull her back into bed and make love to her for another hour.
And another.
And another.
Good thing I'm marrying this woman because I'm definitely addicted to being inside of her. It's my favorite place on earth.
"I know, darlin'. That's why you love me."
"I can't redesign the club. It was just redecorated."
"Yeah– but I bet you could make it look even sexier."
I began to knead the muscles of Sloan’s beautifully, toned thighs. Hoping she'll finally break down and ditch the meeting with ‘lazy eye’ Prentis.
"I bet I could," she says smiling at me. "But that's not the point. That would be a total waste of your money. Plus that's just your way of keeping an eye on me. Why you think every man in the world wants to sleep with me is beyond me."
“Because they do.”
“Cutter–”
Sloan is all woman. She likes to put on makeup and a nice dress when she goes out, but truly has no idea how totally stunning she is. I haven't met a man yet that hasn't given her a second look or a third when she walks in a room. Sometimes they look so hard at her that they make my eyelid twitch, which is never a good thing. It means that I'm probably getting ready to beat somebody's ass.
"You literally have thousands of Instagram followers, and a huge percentage of them are men. Men who like every post and reply with weird fucking emojis. They're probably jacking off to your pictures right now."
"Well first of all, it's weird that you've been stalking my Instagram account, so stop it. Second of all, you know many of those guys follow me because they're intrigued with anything having to do with my father."
"They're not liking pictures of your long legs and big ass in a short dress because of your father."
"Oh, stop it. It's not like I ever met a man through social media. The truth is I hadn't been on a decent date in months, before I started seeing you."
I prop myself half up in the bed with a pillow and position her straddled across my lap.
“Do you really think that was because the dating gods had it out for you?" I chuckle.
"Probably, I was in a huge slump.“
She's so stinking cute.
"No, my love. You're not that unlucky. That was completely all of my handiwork."
"Wait...what?"