A sly smirk curled my lips. "Uncle Magnus, are you sure I'm the one who'll regret this? Or will it be you? Say the word and I'll come be your girlfriend right now..."
Electric thrills shot through me as vivid fantasies of Magnus played in my mind, my thighs pressing together instinctively.
But Magnus remained frustratingly vague. What was still holding him back? I sighed. Winning over this stubborn man was like trying to melt an iceberg with a matchstick. He'd warn me away from Vincent but refused to stake his own claim.
Maybe Magnus needed to feel real dangerneeded to see Vincent as an actual threat.
I tightened my fists, steeling my resolve.
What was it that philosopher Newton said? For every action, an equal reaction. To gain something, you've got to risk something first.
Time to turn up the heat.
My fingers flew across my phone: "Uncle, Vincent's taking me to a hotel tonight. Don't wait up."
That ought to light a fire under him.
The video call came through instantly. Magnus's face was stormy, jaw clenched tight. "You'd really give yourself to Vincent?" His voice dripped with disbeliefwe'd barely started dating!
But I had my lines ready. "Vincent's the kind of man worth giving everything to!"
This conversation was going nowhere fast. Until Magnus made his move, I couldn't back down.
As for Vincent? Tonight was just theatera few staged intimate shots to drive Magnus wild.
When I agreed, Vincent whooped like he'd won the lottery. "Hell yeah! This is gonna be epic!" The hunger in his eyes set my nerves on edge, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
The "romantic suite" was straight out of a cheap pornoking-sized waterbed, mood lighting, the works. Wrapped in towels, we snapped some compromising selfies that I fired off to Magnus immediately.
"Thanks for the assist, Uncle! We're done here."
Vincent's grip tightened like a vice. "Done?" His breath came hot and heavy, eyes glazed with lust. "Baby, we're just getting started."