Page 6 of Cookies and Cream

“Apparently, what happens in Vegas ends up sitting at a booth in your bar,Layla.” Simon cocks an eyebrow at me, and I sigh.

“Maybe, we need to have a conversation.” I scoot out of the booth and grab Simon by the hand.

Maybe, it was fate that had me walking into my one-night stand’s business. And who am I to question fate?

FIVE

STRINGS ATTACHED

SIMON

“Maybe, we need to have a conversation,”Laylasays as she stands up.

She grabs my hand and pulls me in the direction of the door. I stop her and lead her to my office instead. There’s no way I’ll be outside of my bar having this conversation. By the look of exasperation on Layla’s beautiful diamond-shaped face, it’s probably not something I want to hear. The smile is wiped off my face because the only expression I want to see her make is one of total ecstasy.

I open the door to my office, and Layla goes inside. I follow her closely and close the door behind me. She turns around, and I can’t help but get as close to her as possible.

“Wh- wh- what are you doing?” Layla gasps. Her brown eyes aren’t wide with surprise but heavy-lidded with lust.

I lick my lips at the familiar look on her face.She’s so fucking sexy.

“I’m not doing anything.” I grin at her.

“You’re in my personal space.” Layla’s eyes roam over my body. When she bites her lip, I know she definitely wants me in her space.

“Do you want me to move out of your… personal space?” My stern voice isn’t at all like my usual laid back tone, and Layla notices because she instantly frowns.

“I want to know why you’re being such an a-hole.”

Layla’s eyes never lose that lusty sheen that’s shining through them, even though her words are sharp. She just called me an asshole, but my dick turns hard anyway.

“I’m not being ana-hole,” I repeat with a chuckle. “I just want to know why you left me high and dry in Vegas, and then every time I turn around, you’re at my bar.”

“Because—”

I step forward, and Layla steps back. Her ass is on the edge of my desk, and I have to restrain myself from swiping everything to the floor and fucking her right here and now.

“Because what, Cookie?”

I walk between her legs and lean forward, placing my hands on either side of her hips. Layla’s sweet scent surrounds me, and I get lost in her eyes.How did I ever agree to a one-time thing with this beauty?

“I didn’t leave you high and dry. We agreed, no strings.” Layla licks her lips before continuing, “I didn’t know you owned this place. I swear I’m not a stalker or anything. I had no idea that you even lived in Dallas.”

“No worries, Cookie—”

“You can stop calling me that now.” Layla looks at my lips, and she licks hers again.

“But I like calling you, Cookie. It reminds me of your sweetness.” I lean in and put my nose at the crook of her neck and inhale.

So fucking sweet!

“Simon,” Layla sighs, and her hands go to my hair like they did in Vegas.

I stick my tongue out and lick the side of her neck. Layla whimpers, and the sound is like music to my ears. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her flush to my body.Fuck she feels so good in my arms.

“I’m going to let you go enjoy your friends instead of fucking you on my desk. But please believe Ms. Layla, I’m not done with you.” I slowly back up, giving her space to move.

“But what about ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?’ I thought we agreed,” Layla says. She searches my face with inquisitive brown eyes, but I’m not about to give her an easy way out.