Xavier leaned back against the headboard, one arm folded while the other rested lazily across his lap, eyes locked on her like a predator that already had its prey cornered. The smirk returned, sharper this time.
"So let me get this straight," he said slowly, savoring each word. "You wanted me to fuck you… but you didn't want to take responsibility for wanting it. So you put on your little drunk act, thinking I'd do all the dirty work, and then you'd get to blame it on the booze. That about right?"
Angel's face burned crimson, her lips parting as if to protest, but no words came out.
Xavier chuckled low, shaking his head. "That's cute, Angel. Real cute. But you should know by now that I don't do pity moves. If I fuck someone, it's because they asked for it, and because they know what they want. Not because they're playing pretend."
