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He laughs softly. “Come. It’s not far.”
I am giddy with excitement as I follow him, desperately trying to snatch a glance at the man who has invaded my life in the most delicious way.
His arm is tattooed as fuck and my heart beats wildly as I sense a night I am unlikely to forget.
We head toward a large trailer parked in the parking lot and my heart drops. “Is that it?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t–”
“You do.” He corrects me as he opens the door and before I know what’s happening, he pushes me inside.
I stare in amazement at a place I definitely wasn’t expecting. It’s kitted out like a small apartment, and I stare in shock at the small kitchen and large bed at one end.
“Do you live here?” I ask as I stare around in astonishment, and he says softly. “No. I sleep here occasionally, and it saves me on hotel rooms.”
“So, you’re not from here.” I turn slowly, anxious for my first glimpse of the man in my dreams, and I almost take a step back when I see exactly what I am dealing with.
He is fucking gorgeous.
The man staring at me with amusement is the most handsome man I have ever seen. He has a Mediterranean appearance, and his dark eyes are almost soft in their expression. His tight black t-shirt is struggling against muscles that appear to have been crafted by the gods. He fills the space, dominates my thoughts, and scrambles my brain. He is a god, a force of nature, and I whisper, “What is your name?”
“Apollo.” He winks, and it makes me smile.
“Your folks got that right.”
“What?” He arches his brow.
“You resemble a god.” I blurt out, which causes him to smirk with an arrogance he surely deserves.
“It has been said before.”
“So–” I peer around with mounting trepidation.
“What happens now?”
“That’s up to you.” He shrugs. “You were looking for excitement. I can help with that, or I can drop you home.”
I don’t even take a minute and whisper, “Okay.”
I swallow hard. “I choose…”
I sense the blood rushing to my head and a thousand reasons why I should ask him to take me home circle my mind but instead, I say breathlessly, “I choose excitement.”
For a second, he stares into my eyes, and I can almost hear his mind working. He hesitates, which is confusing because I thought he would leap at the chance.
If anything, he is unsure which doesn’t do a lot for my ego and I am crestfallen as I whisper, “You don’t want to.”
He shakes his head.
“I want to. The trouble is, I’m not convinced it’s the best outcome for you.”
“Why not? You don’t know me.” I say with an edge of hurt in my voice.
“Don’t I?” He advances slowly, and I gasp as he stands before me, all muscles and man, and my panties are so wet it’s quite embarrassing.
He tilts my face to his and whispers against my lips, “Do you want to be ruined by me? Do you want me to be a memory of a moment in time when you ditched respectability for depravity?” He drags my bottom lip into his mouth and a small moan escapes me as he says gruffly, “Do you want me to fuck you and then walk away because I will? This isn’t romance, baby, it’s just sex. Is that what you can live with at night in your perfect safe world where unicorns dance around rainbows?”
