“He’s not like what you think. You see, my friend is engaged to a Greek billionaire. Maybe you know him. Damen Leventis?”
“I do,” Mykolas said, surprised. “We are not close friends, but we are on good terms and we have done business together in the past. I was under the impression he was engaged to a local girl though. The Kokinos’ only daughter, I believe.”
“Yeah, well, that was true then. But he fell in love with my friend so now they’re the ones engaged. Anyway, I don’t really know him that well, but Mairi never stops talking about him and that’s how I knew you were a Greek billionaire.”
“Are you implying we are similar then?”
Mimicking his quizzical tone, she said, “Begging to differ, Mr. Sallis, but it is my hypothesis that the two of you are of the same specimen as you share one integral characteristic, and that is the fact that you two are the most arrogant men who have ever walked the face of the earth.”
There was a moment of silence before Mykolas burst into laughter. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever dated a woman who knows the word ‘hypothesis’.”
She said sincerely, “That’s really sad.” She thought about it then added, “And we’re not dating.”
“Of course we are, Velvet. We’ve been dating the moment you decided not to put the phone down when I told you about the details of our little bet.”
Velvet’s mouth opened and closed. There was nothing to say, she realized grumpily, because it was damn well true. “Change of subject please.”
Chuckling softly, he took pity on her and changed the subject to something just a little bit less disturbing. “What kind of c**k do you like the most, Velvet?”
Velvet groaned. “Are you seriously asking me that?” Her face turned completely red as Mykolas’ question made her wonder what his c**k looked like, what type it would be, and how it would feel to have his c**k inside her.
A wicked smile curving on his lips at the sound of Velvet’s acute embarrassment, Mykolas slowly leaned back against his chair. “You now know I’m bigger than most men. I want to make sure that you were okay with that.”
Silence.
Mykolas’ smile disappeared. “Velvet?”
She said finally, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had sex before.”
Silence.
Velvet blinked. “Mykolas?”
“Tell me you’re f**king joking.”
“I-is it a problem?” Damn, but she hated how her voice shook as she spoke. It was as if she cared too much. If he had a problem with it, then so what? Right? His loss if he didn’t want to do her. Right? And not that she wanted him to do—oh, God, she was so confused and it was all his fault!
“I’ve never f**ked a virgin before.”
“Err…oh?” His voice didn’t give anything away, and she couldn’t be sure if what he said was a good thing or not.
Mykolas closed his eyes. “I can’t believe you’re a virgin.”
“Yeah, well…” Her voice trailed off, her mind drawing a blank as to what she should say.
“Why are you still a virgin?”
She didn’t answer for a long while. But in the end, Velvet was too innately honest to lie, and so she said gruffly, “I’ve never met a man I wanted to have sex with.”
The words had him groaning and his c**k hard and throbbing like it would die if it didn’t find its way to Velvet Lambert’s pu**y soon.
Velvet’s eyes widened at the groan. That was definitely a sound of pleasure, and that meant he was…aroused.
Mykolas Sallis was aroused.
She had aroused Mykolas Sallis, and just like that, her br**sts started feeling a little heavier, her ni**les more sensitive, and her panties becoming slightly damp. She wetted her suddenly dry lips, the silence from the other end of the line torturing her, making her feel restless. “Mykolas?”
“You make me want to touch myself, Velvet.”
Velvet bit her lip hard.
“I haven’t touched myself – haven’t had a need to since I first f**ked a girl at thirteen, but I have a feeling,” Mykolas confided tautly, “it’s going to be a daily habit until we meet.”
She asked unsteadily, “Does this mean I’ve won the bet?”
Doing his best to ignore his aching cock, he said flatly, “It means, my beautiful Velvet, when you lose the bet and find your way to my bed, you will have a lot of making up to do.”
Slowly, quietly, Velvet squeezed her legs together. She had never felt like this before, and she just didn’t know what to do.
“Are you alone right now?”
She almost didn’t want to answer the question. She wasn’t stupid. She knew where that question was leading.
“Answer me, Velvet.”
The commanding note in his voice should have made her bristle, but right now, all it did was make her squeeze her legs more closely together as she whispered shakily, “Yes.”
“Lock the door if you haven’t yet and make sure you’ve got your curtains drawn shut or the blinds down. I don’t want anyone seeing you while I make you come.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to do what you say.”
“Yes,” he said thickly. “I’m crazy with desire for you, and so what you’ll do for me is make this ache inside my pants a little more bearable by doing what I say.” In a steely voice, he ordered, “Do it, Velvet. Do it before I decide not to play our little game and just storm into your place and take you and to hell with what everyone says."
She wanted to put the phone down. She wanted to hiss at him that she was not his to be ordered about. She wanted to end this, once and for all, before she did the worst thing possible. But what she wanted was different from what she needed.
And right now, what she needed…
Oh God, what she needed was to follow him.
Velvet locked the door. Drew the curtains shut.
And when she was back on her seat, she snapped, “It’s done.”
Mykolas let Velvet’s bitchy tone pass. Both of them knew it was just her way of hiding the desire burning inside her. “Do you have a mirror in your room?”
“Yes.”
“Can you see it from where you’re sitting?”
Velvet’s eyes widened. “No way.”
“I want you to see how I can make you come, Velvet.”
She shook her head. “This has gone too far. I’ve never even…”