just want to understand you.”
“I wouldn’t bother worrying about understanding me if I were you.”
“Fine. I want to know why you came back.”
“I promised Rayna I’d take you home.”
Her shoulders slumped. Why did he have to be such a hard ass? “Is that the only reason you came back?”
He allowed his gaze to briefly linger on her pussy and her breasts before looking into her eyes. “What do you think?”
“I don’t want to think anything, Adrian . I want to know which is why I’m asking you.”
“And I’m telling you I don’t want to discuss it.”
“Fine. We won’t discuss why you came back. Why do you have blue eyes?”
“Why do I have…how the hell should I know? I suppose somewhere along my genealogical track there was someone else who had blue eyes.”
“So they’re not contacts? Your eyes really are blue?”
“I have perfect vision, Brandi, and I’m not vain enough to want to change my eye color. My eyes really are blue.”
“Were both your parents Native American?”
“Yes. Cherokee.”
“Are you married?”
“No.”
“Have you ever been married?”
“No, Brandi, I’ve never been married.”
“How old are you?”
He shrugged. “Two hundred…give or take five or ten years.”
“Don’t you know which?”
His lips twitched but he didn’t respond.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Adrian?”
“I don’t do girls, Brandi.”
“Fine. Do you have a woman?”
“I have lots of women I fuck regularly. That is what you really want to know. Isn’t it? If I’m fucking anyone else?”
She nodded. “Is there anyone special?”
“Depends what you mean by special. Doesn’t it?”
“What do you mean by it?”
“I don’t mean anything by it, Brandi. You’re the one who wants to talk about special not me.”
She tried again. “Is there anyone who might have a right to object to your being here with me?”
“No. Now if you’re finished grilling me—”
He sounded annoyed, but she didn’t care. “I’m not. What do you do?”
“About what?”
“For a living. Do you work?”
“I’m a programmer analyst…among other things.”
“Do you work for yourself or—”
“I freelance from home. And that’s the last question I intend to answer.”
“Why?”
“Because you already know as much as you need to know about me.”
“I don’t know nearly enough, Adrian.”
“You know enough for a weekend acquaintance.”
She sighed. "Fine.”
“You’re awfully fond of that word. Aren’t you?”
She bit her lip to conceal a smile.
He arched a brow and offered her a plate filled with small, party size sandwiches. “Try some.”
She put the cup down and picked up what looked liked turkey and cheese on wheat. The cheese was pungent and tasty, the turkey sliced in slivers. “That was good,” she said when she’d finished the last bite.
He offered her the plate again.
She chose another tiny sandwich and bit into what tasted like honey-ham on rye with some type of succulent cream mustard sauce. She ate it slowly, savoring each small bite. “Hmmm. That was delicious,” she told him.
He surprised her by leaning forward to lick a few drops of the sauce from the corner of her mouth. “So are your lips,” he told her, his voice husky.
Her stomach muscles fluttered. But damn if she was going to encourage him to fuck her again that night. She placed a hand against his chest and leaned away from him. “No.”
“Yes.” He took her hand from his chest and placed it on his cock.
She jerked her hand away, shaking her head. “No, Adrian.”
He cupped a hand over the back of her neck. “You relinquished the option of telling me no when you came here.”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Yes, Brandi, you did. You’re
“I wouldn’t bother worrying about understanding me if I were you.”
“Fine. I want to know why you came back.”
“I promised Rayna I’d take you home.”
Her shoulders slumped. Why did he have to be such a hard ass? “Is that the only reason you came back?”
He allowed his gaze to briefly linger on her pussy and her breasts before looking into her eyes. “What do you think?”
“I don’t want to think anything, Adrian . I want to know which is why I’m asking you.”
“And I’m telling you I don’t want to discuss it.”
“Fine. We won’t discuss why you came back. Why do you have blue eyes?”
“Why do I have…how the hell should I know? I suppose somewhere along my genealogical track there was someone else who had blue eyes.”
“So they’re not contacts? Your eyes really are blue?”
“I have perfect vision, Brandi, and I’m not vain enough to want to change my eye color. My eyes really are blue.”
“Were both your parents Native American?”
“Yes. Cherokee.”
“Are you married?”
“No.”
“Have you ever been married?”
“No, Brandi, I’ve never been married.”
“How old are you?”
He shrugged. “Two hundred…give or take five or ten years.”
“Don’t you know which?”
His lips twitched but he didn’t respond.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Adrian?”
“I don’t do girls, Brandi.”
“Fine. Do you have a woman?”
“I have lots of women I fuck regularly. That is what you really want to know. Isn’t it? If I’m fucking anyone else?”
She nodded. “Is there anyone special?”
“Depends what you mean by special. Doesn’t it?”
“What do you mean by it?”
“I don’t mean anything by it, Brandi. You’re the one who wants to talk about special not me.”
She tried again. “Is there anyone who might have a right to object to your being here with me?”
“No. Now if you’re finished grilling me—”
He sounded annoyed, but she didn’t care. “I’m not. What do you do?”
“About what?”
“For a living. Do you work?”
“I’m a programmer analyst…among other things.”
“Do you work for yourself or—”
“I freelance from home. And that’s the last question I intend to answer.”
“Why?”
“Because you already know as much as you need to know about me.”
“I don’t know nearly enough, Adrian.”
“You know enough for a weekend acquaintance.”
She sighed. "Fine.”
“You’re awfully fond of that word. Aren’t you?”
She bit her lip to conceal a smile.
He arched a brow and offered her a plate filled with small, party size sandwiches. “Try some.”
She put the cup down and picked up what looked liked turkey and cheese on wheat. The cheese was pungent and tasty, the turkey sliced in slivers. “That was good,” she said when she’d finished the last bite.
He offered her the plate again.
She chose another tiny sandwich and bit into what tasted like honey-ham on rye with some type of succulent cream mustard sauce. She ate it slowly, savoring each small bite. “Hmmm. That was delicious,” she told him.
He surprised her by leaning forward to lick a few drops of the sauce from the corner of her mouth. “So are your lips,” he told her, his voice husky.
Her stomach muscles fluttered. But damn if she was going to encourage him to fuck her again that night. She placed a hand against his chest and leaned away from him. “No.”
“Yes.” He took her hand from his chest and placed it on his cock.
She jerked her hand away, shaking her head. “No, Adrian.”
He cupped a hand over the back of her neck. “You relinquished the option of telling me no when you came here.”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Yes, Brandi, you did. You’re
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