“You want me to what?”

“Just do it, and don’t give me lip.” I pointed toward the bar behind her before I turned her around and gave her ass a little pat, pushing her toward the entrance.

She glared at me over her shoulder. Her theatrics were strong tonight, but I knew she was secretly loving every minute of this. I knew my wife better than anyone, and I could almost bet my entire fortune on the fact that her panties were already wet.

I watched from the lobby as she slid onto a stool and placed an order. I told her absolutely no virgin anything. Tonight was a night to let go, and that included alcohol. She wasn’t Suzy Gallo. Nope. She’d decided her name was Vivian Ward, and I was Edward Lewis, giving props to Pretty Woman after I told her about my plan as I drove way too fast to get to our final destination.

A few men in the bar were staring at her, but I resisted the urge to run inside and turn their heads the other direction. My wife was beautiful and deserved the stares. A woman wanted to feel beautiful, and getting the attention of men, even if they’re not me, had to be flattering.

I’d grown as a person. Years together will do that. Old me, the one who met her on the side of the road, would’ve already had at least two men on the floor, begging for mercy, but I’m not him… or at least that was the lie I told myself.

Unable to take another moment of their not-so-casual eye-fucking of my girl, I stalked inside and slid onto the empty stool at her side. I didn’t speak to her and barely glanced in her direction. She stirred her drink, a daiquiri of some sort, but remained silent.

I ordered a drink, whiskey neat, and let the tension build. I could practically feel her excitement as we sat in silence. It was probably killing her inside not to say something to me. I told her under no circumstance was she to speak to me until I broke the ice first.

Once the bartender set the drink down in front of me and left us in peace, I lifted my glass and turned to my side. I stared at her profile over the rim as I let the first taste of whiskey slide down my throat.

Her skin glistened in the overhead lighting, and her eyes danced around nervously as I stared at her. She twirled the little straw against her lips. Man, this was harder than I thought. Sitting here, not talking as I tried to take it slow was pure torture.

I remembered the night we met. I’d wanted to fuck her so badly. She sat next to me at the Neon Cowboy, looking and talking innocent. I thought it was an act, a cute one, but still an act. Little did I know, Li’l Suzy Sunshine was even more innocent than she let on.

“Can I get you another?” I asked, motioning toward her glass with mine as I set it on the bar top.

Not my smoothest line ever. I hadn’t picked up a woman in a bar for so many years I almost forgot how it was done. I had always been suave and had never had a problem, but tonight I felt rusty.

“I’m fine.” She didn’t look in my direction, but she placed her glass next to mine. “I’m not much of a drinker.”

“I’m Edward, and you are…” I let my voice trail off and waited for her to say the name I knew was coming next.

“Vivian,” she said and turned toward me, holding out her hand. “Vivian Ward.”

She said the name with a slight twang, playing every bit of the part.

“Vivian, it’s my pleasure.” I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it gently, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

She blushed and tipped her head back. “What do you do, Edward?”

Fuck. I scrambled, running through the movie in my head and trying to recall exactly what he did with the little fuckhead that eventually attacked Julia. Something with companies. Jesus. Only my wife would put me on the spot. “I take over companies.”

Her eyes brightened, and I knew I was close enough to satisfy her with my answer. “That sounds exciting.”

“Not really,” I grumbled because I’d slit my wrists if I had to sit in an office every day wearing a suit with a tie wrapped around my neck like a noose. “But it can be at times. Are you sure you wouldn’t like another drink?”

I wanted her a little buzzed and relaxed because I knew she was way out of her comfort zone.

“Sure.” She smiled and pushed her almost empty glass forward. “But my company requires more than a drink, Edward.”

I almost swallowed my tongue. She wasn’t just using the name; she planned to play the entire part. Whorey Vivian was all right by me. “How much?” I turned my head and cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m not cheap.” She smirked and placed her hand on my knee before giving it a tight squeeze. “But I’m worth every penny.”

“Money is no object, Vivian.”

“A thousand an hour.”

“You must be good.”

“Oh, honey.” She leaned forward, her breasts almost toppling out of her dress. “You have no idea.”

But I did. My woman was the best. I’d been with a lot of girls before her, sowing my wild oats and shit, but none of them compared to my l’l wildcat in the sack. No one had ever brought me to my knees and had me on the verge of begging like my wife.

I placed my hand on her leg, letting my fingers slide up her inner thigh. “How much for all night?” I felt good about this. I’d played along and came as close as I could to the movie dialogue without actually remembering a single spoken line.

“Ten thousand.” She opened her legs and granted me more access, giving me a taste of what was to come.

“Sold. Baby, I would’ve paid a million to lie with you tonight,” I tell her.

“I’m going to bring you so much pleasure, you won’t want to get rid of me.”

The words kind of made my stomach hurt. I couldn’t imagine a day without Suzy in my life. Nothing and no one would ever make me want to get rid of her. I never understood the assholes who stepped out on their wives and fucked everything up.

“Shall we?” I motioned toward the lobby with my head as I continued to stroke her thigh.

“But what about my drink?”

“For ten thousand dollars, I’ll have it delivered to the room because I’m not wasting another moment with you.”

I already had the room set with strawberries and champagne waiting for us, along with an entire assortment of things that would be messy and divine to eat off each other. I had everything covered and had somehow been able to do it on short notice. It was amazing what a guy could accomplish when pussy was involved.

“I have limits, Edward,” she said as she slid off the stool and her red heels touched the marble tile floor. “I don’t do…”

“For ten thousand dollars, there are no restrictions.”

“I don’t do threesomes.”

“Agreed. Everything else is on the table.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

I threw a fifty on the bar and ushered Vivian toward the bank of elevators. We walked in silence with her arm hooked in mine and bowed our head to passersby. If they only knew the dirty shit I was about to do to this woman, they’d… Hell, they’d be jealous as fuck because let’s face it, their sex lives were probably more boring than watching paint dry.

She stayed at my side as we walked out of the elevator and made our way down the hallway. When I grabbed the key from my pocket, she leaned against the wall and stared at me. “Why me?” she asked, tipping her head to the side. “You can have any girl. Why me?”

I took a step to the side and placed my hands on the wall, caging her in. “Because you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I acquire pretty things, and tonight you’re my sole possession.”

She blinked and was at a loss for words. I leaned forward, sweeping my lips across hers. She gasped, no doubt feeling the same electric spark I felt just like the first night we met so long ago.

“Last chance to change your mind.”

“Never,” she breathed against my mouth. “I want you.”

“I own you tonight,” I told her. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now.”

“I’m yours.” She smirked, jutting those tits closer to my face.