“What does she do?”
“She owns a boutique. I managed it for her.” She smiled as my eyes continued to take in all the luxuries she surrounded herself with in her home. “My uncle is very wealthy.”
“I gathered. This place is amazing.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be hard leaving this.”
I walked over to the sliding doors at the back of the house. “What’s that lead to?”
Angela came to stand beside me and flipped the light switch beside the door, revealing a large deck with a Jacuzzi tub. “Wow,” I said before turning back to her. “It’s beautiful.” My eyes drank her in and my brain added,
So are you
. She met my gaze, and I fought the urge to lunge as the intense desire to have her engulfed me from head to toe. Several long seconds passed before she looked away.
“I’ll miss this.” For some reason I didn’t think she was referring to the townhouse, or the Jacuzzi, or even Eve.
“It doesn’t have to end,” I said quietly as I turned my gaze back to the deck. Her following silence was deliberate.
I walked back to the couch and sat heavily. “Angela, I need to tell you something.” She sat beside me and I leaned over to take her hand in both of mine. “Six months ago I took an assignment here in Chicago. Tonight, that assignment ended. Before I met you, my plan was to pack my things and drive to New York City. I start my new job once I get there.”
The angst she felt earlier was replaced with confusion. “What kind of an assignment?”
“I’m here undercover. I work for the government, and I can’t share details. You have to trust me, please. My new life will also be in New York.”
“Undercover?” She withdrew her hand and stood abruptly to pace the room. “Wait, is your name even Nick Smith?”
“No.” The look on her face crushed me.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“It’s Nick Farley.” I walked toward her stopping inches away. “Angela, it’s still me. I’m still the guy who took one look at you and decided I needed to meet you.”
“Nick, I don’t know a thing about you, or you about me.”
“I know enough, Angela.”
Little did she know that I knew all about her, from her grades in grammar school to the address of her dorm room at Rutgers. From the bits of information she had shared with me as well as the ones I found out on my own, I deducted that she grew up in Jersey and followed the douchebag to Chicago where they lived together for two years.
“I know there’s something between us that can’t be ignored. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never felt this way before.”
“Neither have I,” she admitted quietly.
“And I don’t have a clue what this could become or where it could lead, but I’d like to find out.”
“We’ve known each other a week.” Her logic may have been controlling her voice, but through her panting, her parted lips, and her hooded eyes I knew she was having a reaction to our physicality. She responded to me in every way.
“Does that make our attraction toward each other any less meaningful?” I closed the little distance there was between us until our chests touched. Her breathing accelerated as I felt her breasts push closer with each breath she took.
“Can you honestly say you’ve ever felt this kind of desire take hold of every part of you before?” Just as I had earlier that evening, I held her face between my hands, dipping her head back gently until she was forced to meet my gaze.
“Have you ever had a kiss make you want to rip someone’s clothes off and devour the rest of them right then, right there?”
Eliminating what little space was between our lips, I asked, “Have you ever felt anything as exquisite as this?” I swallowed her sigh into my mouth, opening farther to breathe her air. Our second kiss was just as meaningful as our first, but completely different. Our first kiss had been a slow smoldering fire. Our second was an explosion. I released her head, gripped her hips, and pulled
“She owns a boutique. I managed it for her.” She smiled as my eyes continued to take in all the luxuries she surrounded herself with in her home. “My uncle is very wealthy.”
“I gathered. This place is amazing.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be hard leaving this.”
I walked over to the sliding doors at the back of the house. “What’s that lead to?”
Angela came to stand beside me and flipped the light switch beside the door, revealing a large deck with a Jacuzzi tub. “Wow,” I said before turning back to her. “It’s beautiful.” My eyes drank her in and my brain added,
So are you
. She met my gaze, and I fought the urge to lunge as the intense desire to have her engulfed me from head to toe. Several long seconds passed before she looked away.
“I’ll miss this.” For some reason I didn’t think she was referring to the townhouse, or the Jacuzzi, or even Eve.
“It doesn’t have to end,” I said quietly as I turned my gaze back to the deck. Her following silence was deliberate.
I walked back to the couch and sat heavily. “Angela, I need to tell you something.” She sat beside me and I leaned over to take her hand in both of mine. “Six months ago I took an assignment here in Chicago. Tonight, that assignment ended. Before I met you, my plan was to pack my things and drive to New York City. I start my new job once I get there.”
The angst she felt earlier was replaced with confusion. “What kind of an assignment?”
“I’m here undercover. I work for the government, and I can’t share details. You have to trust me, please. My new life will also be in New York.”
“Undercover?” She withdrew her hand and stood abruptly to pace the room. “Wait, is your name even Nick Smith?”
“No.” The look on her face crushed me.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“It’s Nick Farley.” I walked toward her stopping inches away. “Angela, it’s still me. I’m still the guy who took one look at you and decided I needed to meet you.”
“Nick, I don’t know a thing about you, or you about me.”
“I know enough, Angela.”
Little did she know that I knew all about her, from her grades in grammar school to the address of her dorm room at Rutgers. From the bits of information she had shared with me as well as the ones I found out on my own, I deducted that she grew up in Jersey and followed the douchebag to Chicago where they lived together for two years.
“I know there’s something between us that can’t be ignored. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never felt this way before.”
“Neither have I,” she admitted quietly.
“And I don’t have a clue what this could become or where it could lead, but I’d like to find out.”
“We’ve known each other a week.” Her logic may have been controlling her voice, but through her panting, her parted lips, and her hooded eyes I knew she was having a reaction to our physicality. She responded to me in every way.
“Does that make our attraction toward each other any less meaningful?” I closed the little distance there was between us until our chests touched. Her breathing accelerated as I felt her breasts push closer with each breath she took.
“Can you honestly say you’ve ever felt this kind of desire take hold of every part of you before?” Just as I had earlier that evening, I held her face between my hands, dipping her head back gently until she was forced to meet my gaze.
“Have you ever had a kiss make you want to rip someone’s clothes off and devour the rest of them right then, right there?”
Eliminating what little space was between our lips, I asked, “Have you ever felt anything as exquisite as this?” I swallowed her sigh into my mouth, opening farther to breathe her air. Our second kiss was just as meaningful as our first, but completely different. Our first kiss had been a slow smoldering fire. Our second was an explosion. I released her head, gripped her hips, and pulled
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