don’t you?” He winked at her and tossed her a smug grin. “I think I could get cleaned up, as well. Imagine, you…me…hot, steamy shower. What do you say?”
She smiled, slowly succumbing to his request, but then smacked herself out of it and stiffened up. “I mean it, Damian. You have to go.”
He sighed. “Fine!”
He crawled out of bed, and it took every ounce of her being not to watch him as he got dressed. There was a reason she lost control and kept him in her bed. His body completely made her weak, and she couldn’t fault herself for that. He finished getting dressed and walked over to her. For the first time, she looked back at him. “What?” she asked when he gave her a sly grin.
“Do I get a kiss for the road?”
She put her hand to his chest and pushed him away. “I’m not that type of girl.”
He laughed. “What type of girl is that?”
“I’m not the intimate and relationship type girl,” she mumbled as she pushed past him. He slowly followed her to the door. She opened it up and remained a lack of eye contact.
“I had fun,” he softly replied. “I thought you did, too.”
She sighed. That wasn’t the problem. She did have fun, but once realization hit that he stayed longer than she intended, she had no choice but put up all sorts of walls. “You did your job well,” she coldly responded. “Good day!” Her voice was dry and calm when deep down she was begging herself to let him stay. She never had a moment when she felt something more than great sex. He was different, but she couldn’t figure out what it was about him that made her quiver with need.
He tilted his head and stared at her, hoping to break her, but she kept her ground. He left her apartment, and she closed the door behind him. She hurried into the bathroom and got into the shower. The thought kept drifting into her mind of how she felt when he held her in her arms. It was strange. After all, they’d only met a little more than twelve hours earlier. She finished her shower in record time and threw on her work clothes, giving herself time to stare long and hard in the mirror.
“I’m going crazy,” she replied to her reflection. “He is no different than every other guy I shared a bed with.” The only problem he was. He was handsome in a way that no other guy could compete with. He was hot. He was a bad boy, showing off his skills on his motorcycle. He was the type of guy that she would’ve longed to be with in her younger days. “He’s not that guy!” She argued to her reflection.
She turned away from the mirror and hurried down the hallway and to the front door. She grabbed her purse, which was discarded on a living room table and raced to the front door. When she opened it up, she was startled to find her landlord standing there, about to knock.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she angrily asked.
He snickered. “I own the building, and I can pretty much go anywhere I see fit.”
She stepped back and stared at him. “Right, so why am I so lucky to find you at my door?”
He pushed his way into her apartment. “Well, I left you a message and since you didn’t bother calling me back…I thought maybe you didn’t get it.”
“I did,” she quietly confessed. “I’ve been busy working, and it simply dropped from my mind.”
He nodded. “I’m sure it did, but you do know that time is drifting away, and you really need to get me your rent. I don’t have a lifetime to wait.” He snarled in her direction. “So, when will I receive it?”
She had to talk to her boss when she got to work. She couldn’t give him a definitive answer. “I don’t know, Richard. I’m doing the best I can. Really…I am.”
He hesitated, staring long and hard at her, making her feel an awkwardness she’d never felt before. She kept her eyes locked on his, so he didn’t see her nervous energy fighting through. “I’m really an easygoing guy, Charity. You can ask anyone.”
Right, she thought. “I
She smiled, slowly succumbing to his request, but then smacked herself out of it and stiffened up. “I mean it, Damian. You have to go.”
He sighed. “Fine!”
He crawled out of bed, and it took every ounce of her being not to watch him as he got dressed. There was a reason she lost control and kept him in her bed. His body completely made her weak, and she couldn’t fault herself for that. He finished getting dressed and walked over to her. For the first time, she looked back at him. “What?” she asked when he gave her a sly grin.
“Do I get a kiss for the road?”
She put her hand to his chest and pushed him away. “I’m not that type of girl.”
He laughed. “What type of girl is that?”
“I’m not the intimate and relationship type girl,” she mumbled as she pushed past him. He slowly followed her to the door. She opened it up and remained a lack of eye contact.
“I had fun,” he softly replied. “I thought you did, too.”
She sighed. That wasn’t the problem. She did have fun, but once realization hit that he stayed longer than she intended, she had no choice but put up all sorts of walls. “You did your job well,” she coldly responded. “Good day!” Her voice was dry and calm when deep down she was begging herself to let him stay. She never had a moment when she felt something more than great sex. He was different, but she couldn’t figure out what it was about him that made her quiver with need.
He tilted his head and stared at her, hoping to break her, but she kept her ground. He left her apartment, and she closed the door behind him. She hurried into the bathroom and got into the shower. The thought kept drifting into her mind of how she felt when he held her in her arms. It was strange. After all, they’d only met a little more than twelve hours earlier. She finished her shower in record time and threw on her work clothes, giving herself time to stare long and hard in the mirror.
“I’m going crazy,” she replied to her reflection. “He is no different than every other guy I shared a bed with.” The only problem he was. He was handsome in a way that no other guy could compete with. He was hot. He was a bad boy, showing off his skills on his motorcycle. He was the type of guy that she would’ve longed to be with in her younger days. “He’s not that guy!” She argued to her reflection.
She turned away from the mirror and hurried down the hallway and to the front door. She grabbed her purse, which was discarded on a living room table and raced to the front door. When she opened it up, she was startled to find her landlord standing there, about to knock.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she angrily asked.
He snickered. “I own the building, and I can pretty much go anywhere I see fit.”
She stepped back and stared at him. “Right, so why am I so lucky to find you at my door?”
He pushed his way into her apartment. “Well, I left you a message and since you didn’t bother calling me back…I thought maybe you didn’t get it.”
“I did,” she quietly confessed. “I’ve been busy working, and it simply dropped from my mind.”
He nodded. “I’m sure it did, but you do know that time is drifting away, and you really need to get me your rent. I don’t have a lifetime to wait.” He snarled in her direction. “So, when will I receive it?”
She had to talk to her boss when she got to work. She couldn’t give him a definitive answer. “I don’t know, Richard. I’m doing the best I can. Really…I am.”
He hesitated, staring long and hard at her, making her feel an awkwardness she’d never felt before. She kept her eyes locked on his, so he didn’t see her nervous energy fighting through. “I’m really an easygoing guy, Charity. You can ask anyone.”
Right, she thought. “I
Similar Books
