Free The Man Without Rules by Tyffani Clark Kemp Page A

nodded as his car pulled up.
    "Will you stay for dinner?"
    "I will, if that's what you want." Sebastian kept his face unreadable. He didn't want her making a decision because he'd influenced it, but he needed her to say yes. If she said yes, he didn't think he'd ever let her go.
    "Yes, I want you to stay for dinner."
    Inwardly, Sebastian sighed. On the outside, he leaned down to the car window, and when it rolled down he said, "I'll be staying for dinner after all." The driver nodded and pulled away.
    Sebastian followed Mariss back inside and took his seat.
    "That's a lovely dress, Mrs. Red," he told her.
    Her eyes widened. "My god. After all that, just call me by my fucking name."
    Sebastian grinned, watched her breathing catch, and sipped his wine. The waitress had brought the bottle while they were outside. "Yes, ma'am." He'd never said that to anyone but his mother. He took a bigger gulp of his wine.
    Mariss' eyes danced with suppressed laughter.
    "Are you ready to order?" The waitress was back. She kept eyeing him like he was supposed to remember her.
    They all placed their orders. Sebastian kept it as professional as he could until she left.
    "Have you slept with her?" Mariss asked.
    Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "She certainly acts like I did, doesn't she?" He glanced behind him. The way her hips moved. He probably had.
    Mariss shook her head.
    They commenced with small talk. There were a few jokes made, a few scrunched faces. Nothing uncomfortable, but nothing meaningful either. When his salad was placed before him, Sebastian dug in.
    "What's your favorite sex position?" Mariss asked.
    Hunched over his plate, a forkful of lettuce in his mouth, Sebastian looked across the table at her stone-straight face. He cast a glance to the husband, but he was looking confusedly at Mariss.
    Sebastian chewed slowly and swallowed. "Behind you." He dabbed at his mouth with his napkin. "While you ride your husband making those lovely sounds."
    Mariss' eyes popped out of her face and her jaw dropped.
    He shrugged. "You asked."
    Mariss' right eye twitched. "When did you want to reschedule the London shoot?" she attempted to change the subject.
    Sebastian felt the husband's eyes on him, but he didn't look away from her. "What about tomorrow? Since I'm in town, we might as well. I'll contact my agency and see what we can work out."
    "Fair enough. I don't have anything pressing tomorrow. Just a few new acquisitions to look through."
    "Good. It's settled then."
    Mariss took out her cell phone. "I'll let Brit know so she can have someone in early to set up."
    "What's your favorite sex position?"
    "Whatever position he wants me in at the moment tends to be the best I've ever had so far." Mariss smirked at her husband.
    "Good answer."
    She gave him a haughty smile.
    "Do you understand what we're doing here?" he asked.
    "Not really," she replied. "I didn't even know you were coming to dinner until I got here."
    He liked her honesty. "Your husband and I have an agreement."
    "Sebastian is going to come back to the hotel with us after dinner. I've agreed to a…rendition of the night at the club. If that's what you want."
    Mariss stared at her husband. When she looked to Sebastian, her face flushed and her eyes darted between them. "You're serious?"
    "Yes," the husband replied.
    "And you agreed to this?"
    The husband nodded. "Only if you agree. Nothing will happen if you don't want it."
    "And if I say no? You'll take no for an answer?"
    She'd directed the question at him, but the husband answered.
    "He doesn't have a choice. If you say no, I say no and that's the end of it."
    "But you do want it." Sebastian sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. He let the full weight of his gaze fall on her and she started to squirm. "If you say you don't want it, you'll be lying."
    "It doesn't matter." The anger had faded. She couldn't even look at him, her attraction for him was so strong. "If I say no that's the end of it." There was an edge to her voice