CHAPTER EIGHT
NAUGHTY
“So why here?” He questioned, leaning back with his arm
spread on the edge of the couch, a taunting smirk on his lips.
I was sitting across him on the dais that normally housed the
rich guys only, legs crossed one over the other as I occasionally drunk from my
glass. I was careful not to get something strong, lest I got carried away and
lost track of my mission. His eyes never left mine, not even for a second and
that boosted my ego even more. I was not being too confident but I knew when a
man was checking me out too much for his own damn good. See, the thing about
rich, playboys like Reed love it when they get that s****l attention from a
woman but when she plays hard to get but at a far give vibes that she may want
him, it gets them hyped up.
“Well, I
