The words of another woman’s name leave your lips and it stalls the lowering of my arm after another sip of the delicious whiskey flows past my lips.<br/><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRnN8LfT0p-3Y2_iEcoGp320q4zRd69-tEMfZlh_GIxyEr3p27F)</div><br/>The burn, however, isn’t as hot as how your next words stoke the fires of my already smoldering anger, coupled with that ever-growing amazement at your boldness, and if I was being completely honest with myself, a hint of lust.<br/><br/>My arm finishes its journey back to my knee as that smile graces your face and your eyes never leave me. The party is growing to almost boisterous levels around us and I can’t find the ability to make myself care that others could see the interaction. Not with your eyes snaring me like handcuffs to my seat. Your mouth might be talking about another woman’s superior ability to fuck straight to my face, but your eyes are telling a different story.<br/><br/>Fucking confrontation it is then. The last thoughts of making this a civil discussion on business are thrown out the window. Now it is just about winning, or surviving, this encounter.<br/><br/>Uncrossing my legs, I straighten in the chair, thighs spreading to reveal just what the hem of my dress usually hides, and spine straightening with the ire you push through my blood.<br/><br/>“If comparing me and my potential to another woman in the industry is a new flirting technique you’re testing out, you’re a bigger dick with a smaller penis that I thought, Fontana.”<br/><br/>The words spilled caustically out of my lips, completely disregarding how much of myself I was showing off. Ass, attitude, and otherwise. I pushed out of the chair and over to the table with the whiskey in quick steps. I refilled my glass angrily, spilling some of the expensive liquid in the process on my hand. Raising it to my lips to suck off my fingers as I would if I were in my own kitchen, I toss those long tresses over my shoulders and level my fire-filled gaze at you once more.<br/><br/>“Jealous?? Besides, one of the most successful porn stars of all time didn’t sign an exclusivity contract with your company, did she? Did those investors outbid, or just out-fuck you?” I quip out, taking a quick pull from my glass.