Promises by Ellen March Page A

tried to stop the bottles from clanking. The three for a tenner offer was too good to turn down. Walking out of the shop with her head bent, she almost crashed into Solomon.
    “Are you following me?” Why wouldn’t he go away? She could refuse him only so many times before her resolve caved. The temptation to give in was overwhelming, but common sense was still overriding her fanny’s horny plea.
    “Yep ,” he said, a small grin tugging at his lips. He took a curious peek into her plastic bag. “Throwing a party?”
    “Yes . For one,” she snapped, furious with him as he ambled alongside. “Now where do you think you’re going?”
    Solom on shrugged his shoulders, his T-shirt draped off to one side. “Same place as you. Home.” He waited for her to carry on walking.
    “Well just don’ t talk to me.” She turned and stormed off. Her sandal caught on an upraised piece of pavement and she fell forward with a startled screech, clutching her precious cargo close to her chest. Solomon’s arms snaked around her and he held her tight, determined not to miss out on an opportunity to hold her.
    “And don’t touch me eith er,” she said, deciding to ignore the fact that he’d saved her from falling flat on her face. And even worse, smashing her bottles. She could feel the heat of his body sizzling against hers and realized one of his arms still remained around her. His hand circled her back and, with barefaced cheek, snuck down to cover her ass. Taking his hand in hers, Alex disdainfully dropped it. “Especially there!”
    “I seem to remember you enjoyed my hands on your butt.” He grinned, unabashed, and looked down into her rabid face.
    “Well I don’t now, ok ay?” she shouted, livid at her body’s reaction to him. He was positively addictive. She didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her and decided to give Roger a good going-over tonight. Maybe that would stop the wicked pulse she felt between her legs. She moved away from him, determined to break all contact. Then she spun around and marched down the pavement.
    “You could have said thank you ,” Solomon called out as he admired the way her backside swayed. He visualised her sitting astride him whilst he held those scrumptious hips tight and pumped hard into her.
    “Thank you!” she yell ed, without turning around.
    S he slammed the door to her house so roughly that it was still vibrating when he sauntered up to his. Solomon grinned. In the kitchen he picked up a cold bottle of beer and settled himself outside, knowing she’d be out sooner or later.
    Alex glared at him through her kitchen window. Pouring a large glass of wine, she continued to shoot evil looks at him, unable to miss how oblivious he was to her heated gaze. She swung the back door open, carefully placed her bottle on the table, and added her tumbler glass. Then she sat down, ignoring him.
    Sol grinned and watched as she picked up her book. Her expression appeared impassive, as if she wasn’t enjoying the story or even actually reading the words. The silence continued, as did Sol’s attention on the redhead. He was determined to get into her knickers. It was becoming a matter of pride. He never had this problem, and worse, he knew she wanted him. What he couldn’t figure out was why she was denying him.
    Alex dared to peep over the cover of her book and stared straight into his face. He sat comfortably on the low wall dividing them, his leg dangling loosely.
    “Now what?” She shot him a glare before helping herself to a large gulp of wine. It was warm, with no ice cubes, yet it still slid down her throat despite the fact that she preferred it chilled.
    “Just looking . No harm in that, is there?” He shrugged his shoulders. “What are you reading?”
    “A book ,” she snapped.
    Solomon sighed. She really isn’t making this easy , he thought . I hope that when she finally wears down the sex is as good as I remember .
    “What’s it about?” He didn’t care in the