CJ glanced at her then followed the direction of her gaze to his cigarettes. Fuck me. He really didn't even belong in the same breathing space as this girl. "I bet you're daddy's little princess, aren't you?" he drawled. "My vocal cords seem to be just fine for right now and as for the future, fuck it. Life is too short for 'what if's'," he declared.
They would probably both be a lot better off if he just got up and left but his perverse nature preferred to stay a while longer and see what happened. "I told you, I'm not here with anyone," he replied, not bothering to explain it any further. His fingers itched to be busy. If he had his guitar handy, he'd be strumming but a cigarette or a woman's body would do just as well.
He suddenly leaned and latched onto her chair, pulling it closer until they were just inches apart. "I think you should come back to my room with me tonight. C'mon, you're curious admit it. There's some part of you that's attracted to me. Live a little, Leah," he urged, his eyes locked on her pretty mouth.