I asked Vaughn Westhall to sleep with me. He said no.
Then he kissed me like a man who had forgotten the answer.
I’ve never been ashamed of wanting a man.
Vaughn is controlled, impossible to rattle, and apparently the only man in Manhattan who can look at me like that and still walk away.
So I ask again.
Not because I don’t understand no.
I do.
Because when I tell him to say the word if he wants me to stop asking, he doesn’t.
For six months, every refusal gets hotter.
Every almost gets closer.
And every look makes it harder to pretend I only want one night.
Then he kisses me.
Hard. Deliberate. Nothing accidental about it.
‘So that’s a yes.’
His eyes stay on my mouth.
‘No.’
Now I know exactly how badly Vaughn Rivington wants me.
What I don’t know is what he’s refusing—
or what happens when I stop asking.
Genre: Romance
Then he kissed me like a man who had forgotten the answer.
I’ve never been ashamed of wanting a man.
Vaughn is controlled, impossible to rattle, and apparently the only man in Manhattan who can look at me like that and still walk away.
So I ask again.
Not because I don’t understand no.
I do.
Because when I tell him to say the word if he wants me to stop asking, he doesn’t.
For six months, every refusal gets hotter.
Every almost gets closer.
And every look makes it harder to pretend I only want one night.
Then he kisses me.
Hard. Deliberate. Nothing accidental about it.
‘So that’s a yes.’
His eyes stay on my mouth.
‘No.’
Now I know exactly how badly Vaughn Rivington wants me.
What I don’t know is what he’s refusing—
or what happens when I stop asking.
Genre: Romance
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