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One-Night Stand
(Daisy Rose)

"You are not just another statistic," he says.



She isn't gullible enough to believe that she's special in any way. "I know how you are, Mr. Terrador. You just had an infuriating business meeting and you're looking for someone to take the frustration out on."



"No such thing," he says, but there's a curve to his lips that indicates that he's amused by her observation and she isn't too far off.



"You don't even know my name, do you?" she asks. She should be insulted. She had been with him the entire day, running his errands and getting everything he needed.



"Of course I know who you are," he says and then pauses when he realizes she isn't wearing the company issued name tag.



She grins. "Luna," she says, throwing him a bone.



"Beautiful name," he says.



She rolls her eyes. "For someone who's supposed to be really good at this, you are spectacularly terrible, sir."



"I am very good in bed," he corrects suavely. "The small talk, not so much."



"That's a prerequisite," she argues. "Surely they don't just jump into bed with you without making you do the wooing first?"



"Normally a gift would be enough," he says, close enough to touch.



"Oh? Did you get something for me?" she asks, feeling brave.



"What can I get for you that would improve my chances with you?" he asks and places his hands on her hips. He lifts her up and then settles into a couch with her in his lap.



"Oh, I don't know," she laughs, enjoying this more than she should.



"Why don't I surprise you?" he says.



"I don't like surprises," she starts to say, cutting off abruptly when he takes her hands and raises them to his lips and kisses her fingers. Her eyes widen and she swallows, blushing. "Are you even listening to me?" she asks, mortified to hear how shaky and lacking in conviction her own voice sounds. "I'm not someone you can just woo and toss away the next day."



"I'm not going to toss you away the next day," he says with a small smile. "I'll take responsibility."



"You're a liar," she says, but her heart beats faster. Does he say this to all the women he tricks into bed with him? Surely they will be more upset if he had promised them something more and failed to deliver? "I don't believe you," she whispers.



"Let me show you," he says. "You can tell me to stop whenever you want, but you won't be able to resist," he continues.



"You're so full of yourself," she laughs, but she's already caving. It sounds good enough. She can let him try and seduce her and if she isn't enjoying herself, she can tell him to stop. "You're so relentless," she says.



"And yet, you find yourself craving it, don't you? The way I make you feel," he says and surges towards her, kissing her with a sudden ferocity that takes her by surprise.