5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set) by Michelle Hughes
Authors: Michelle Hughes
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rule and no sweet little ass was going to make me break it, no matter how badly I wanted to. Part of my mind was cheering at my restraint, while the other said to give in to temptation. It would be so easy to just spread those legs and drive into that fucking nirvana that she’d spread so easily for me tonight.
Lily, why the hell had I given her that nickname in my mind. “Use the bathroom to clean up.” I saw the hurt in her eyes, and knew I was a fucking bastard for taking out my issues on her. She didn’t know the shit that went on in my mind, and I planned on keeping it that way.
When I thought about lilies, I always remembered my mom. It was her favorite flower, they’d been draped over her casket. She was so much like Anya. Her sweet disposition, the way she seemed to always smile at the world, I saw those things in her too.
Losing that woman nearly killed me. Of all the women in my past, she was the only one that loved me unconditionally and didn’t demand anything. She gave me love in droves and fuck if I wanted to compare Anya to that memory.
I remember vividly planting those flowers with her in that special garden as a kid. My dad had told her she was going to turn me gay if she kept teaching me such nonsense. I spent years after her death trying to become the man he wanted. It drove me to the edge of my sanity trying to please him.
In the end I’d given up trying and made my own way in the world. I knew he wanted me to follow in his footsteps and become a brilliant surgeon, but I was never cut out for that lifestyle. I started stripping my first year in med school and discovered the money was too good to pass up.
I didn’t speak to my old man for years. I threw myself into the world of erotic dancing. Looking back now I know it was my way of rebelling against him and his proper ways. It left some serious mental scars. When I finally discovered that women only used me for my looks or money, I regretted the way I shut him out.
Fuck, drowning in the past wasn’t going to fix the present. Anya walked back in looking like she’d lost her best friend and my heart lurched. I didn’t want her to get close to me. But damn if she wasn’t already filtering her way into my closed off heart.
“You did real well on the pole tonight.” I wanted to say something to take that sad look out of her eyes.
“Thanks.” She’d pulled her clothes back on, and I admit I hated seeing her dressed.
“You hungry?”
She looked surprised by my question, but nodded. I felt like I had to make up for something. I wasn’t sure what I was trying to do, if I’m being honest. I didn’t want her to go home upset.
“I’ve got some steaks thawing out, if you’ve got time I’ll put them on the grill.”
She gave me that uncertain smile, like I’d just made her day by offering. Hell I couldn’t help but smile back.
“If you’re sure it’s no problem?”
Problem? Just seeing her smile again made it worth my time. “None at all. Maybe you could throw us a salad together while I get the grill ready?”
“Show me where your kitchen is.”
I gave her a tour of the kitchen. The damn thing was huge for just one person, but I liked to cook. I pointed out where all the utensils were and left her to put something together.
Sitting down to eat with Anya just felt comfortable. Without all the dancing shit between us, I discovered she was really interesting to talk with. I knew she was smart, but it didn’t sink in how intelligent she was until we began talking over wine.
It didn’t seem odd to be sitting with one of my employees shooting the shit. Outside of Luke, none of the others had ever visited my place before, so I guess it should have been awkward.
We finished our wine, and she stood up. “I have class tomorrow morning. She grabbed our plates and scraped them out in the garbage, then put them in the sink.
“Leave that crap.
Lily, why the hell had I given her that nickname in my mind. “Use the bathroom to clean up.” I saw the hurt in her eyes, and knew I was a fucking bastard for taking out my issues on her. She didn’t know the shit that went on in my mind, and I planned on keeping it that way.
When I thought about lilies, I always remembered my mom. It was her favorite flower, they’d been draped over her casket. She was so much like Anya. Her sweet disposition, the way she seemed to always smile at the world, I saw those things in her too.
Losing that woman nearly killed me. Of all the women in my past, she was the only one that loved me unconditionally and didn’t demand anything. She gave me love in droves and fuck if I wanted to compare Anya to that memory.
I remember vividly planting those flowers with her in that special garden as a kid. My dad had told her she was going to turn me gay if she kept teaching me such nonsense. I spent years after her death trying to become the man he wanted. It drove me to the edge of my sanity trying to please him.
In the end I’d given up trying and made my own way in the world. I knew he wanted me to follow in his footsteps and become a brilliant surgeon, but I was never cut out for that lifestyle. I started stripping my first year in med school and discovered the money was too good to pass up.
I didn’t speak to my old man for years. I threw myself into the world of erotic dancing. Looking back now I know it was my way of rebelling against him and his proper ways. It left some serious mental scars. When I finally discovered that women only used me for my looks or money, I regretted the way I shut him out.
Fuck, drowning in the past wasn’t going to fix the present. Anya walked back in looking like she’d lost her best friend and my heart lurched. I didn’t want her to get close to me. But damn if she wasn’t already filtering her way into my closed off heart.
“You did real well on the pole tonight.” I wanted to say something to take that sad look out of her eyes.
“Thanks.” She’d pulled her clothes back on, and I admit I hated seeing her dressed.
“You hungry?”
She looked surprised by my question, but nodded. I felt like I had to make up for something. I wasn’t sure what I was trying to do, if I’m being honest. I didn’t want her to go home upset.
“I’ve got some steaks thawing out, if you’ve got time I’ll put them on the grill.”
She gave me that uncertain smile, like I’d just made her day by offering. Hell I couldn’t help but smile back.
“If you’re sure it’s no problem?”
Problem? Just seeing her smile again made it worth my time. “None at all. Maybe you could throw us a salad together while I get the grill ready?”
“Show me where your kitchen is.”
I gave her a tour of the kitchen. The damn thing was huge for just one person, but I liked to cook. I pointed out where all the utensils were and left her to put something together.
Sitting down to eat with Anya just felt comfortable. Without all the dancing shit between us, I discovered she was really interesting to talk with. I knew she was smart, but it didn’t sink in how intelligent she was until we began talking over wine.
It didn’t seem odd to be sitting with one of my employees shooting the shit. Outside of Luke, none of the others had ever visited my place before, so I guess it should have been awkward.
We finished our wine, and she stood up. “I have class tomorrow morning. She grabbed our plates and scraped them out in the garbage, then put them in the sink.
“Leave that crap.
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