Page 46 of Beauty & Chaos

I bet his cock is hard as granite.

“How was your show today?” Travis asks pointedly.

Blink.What?

“Did you watch it?”

“Yes.” He smirks. “You looked flustered, Ms. McKenna. Were you expecting me to slide off your panties andwooyou between your legs?”

Game over. I want to know why he was watching my show.

I lift my wine. “I’m not flustered. I just don’t see what would be of interest on my podcast for a man like you.”

“A man like me.”

“Do you always repeat people?”

“Do you always reflect?”

God, he’s infuriating.

Travis waves at the servers, and they vanish like magic, the doors closing behind them. Standing, he holds out his hand, and I take it. We walk across the spacious room to a large corner sofabeside a glass coffee table. There are pieces of art on the walls and soft music playing.

A bottle of Italian dessert wine has been opened and placed on a tray along with the appropriate glasses. Beside it a stack of stunning hardcover books sits alongside a few nautical ornaments.

Travis doesn’t ask, he simply pours a small amount of wine in both glasses and lifts them.

“Thank you for being my guest onboard tonight.”

I take it and smile. As long as he stops talking about my show and just focuses on getting to the sex part of the evening, I am fine.

But damn, I do wish I’d worn a beautiful dress.

Missed opportunity for a selfie to send to Jasmine and Tony.

“Thank you for inviting me.” The wine is almost as delicious as the lobster. I let out a moan and feel Travis brush his fingers over the skin of my far shoulder. The heat of his thighs against mine has my body thrumming.

“Do you get nervous doing your shows?”

Ugh, why does he have to keep bringing it up? I hate that he was watching. In fact, all through the show I could feel that he was. It made me nervous, and I lost some of my confidence.

Hopefully after tonight, we say goodbye, and he finds someone else to give all this glorious short-term attention to.

Lucky bitch.

I hate her already.

“No, I was disorganized today. If you noticed, then I’m sure we’ll get comments.” I sigh.

He doesn’t need to know I was distracted by all the sweet aches in my body from spending the night with him. And anticipating what tonight would bring.

“I notice more about you than most people do, Brook.” His voice is gravel.

I shiver, and it has nothing to do with the temperature.

“What did you notice?” I ask despite not wanting the answer.

Do not fall for this man.