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“No, because I woke up to hear about how you planned to kidnap me, you big doofus!” I nearly flinched the second I said this, thinking this was quite possibly the worst comeback in history. I mean, who the hell used words like doofus anymore, unless they were some Saturday morning cartoon character?
“Did you just call me a… a doofus?”
I naturally ignored this complaint, trying not to focus on that slip up and instead continued with my own complaints.
“Why oh why couldn’t the hot guy interested in me just be normal?! I mean, I could have woken up, found your handsome face right there and then we get chatting, maybe your hand touches mine, we have a moment, I laugh nervously and then…”
“And then what, we both realize we are not in some cheesy romance movie?” he snapped, interrupting me and making me flinch, despite pushing through, continuing with my, ‘movie’.
“No, and then you ask me out, you big…”
“Do not say it,” he warned but it was too late, that ship, train, and car had set sail, left the station and was barreling its way down the highway.
“DOOFUS!” I shouted, making him narrow his eyes at me.
He moved and suddenly I found myself being walked backward until my ass had only one place to be, and that was parked back on the couch. Then with his towering frame closing in around me, he rested his arms at both the back of the seat and the arm rest before claiming my space.
“First of all, beautiful, call me a doofus again and I will have you bent over my desk, baring your delicious ass to my palm before you know it…” I swallowed hard at the mental picture he sexually painted. But then I also couldn’t help but look nervously to his big desk. I swear, I was close to popping at least two buttons with how hot and heavy my breathing suddenly became.
“And the… erm… second” I asked breathlessly.
“Have dinner with me,” he replied, making my eyes widen so much I thought they would be the next thing to pop.
“Excuse me?” This shrill sounding question made him grin in such a way, it could only be described as bad. Very very bad.
“You heard, Evie, have dinner with me.”
“You’re asking me out?!” I asked like it was now a totally foreign concept to me.
“That’s usually what have dinner with me means, Little Dove,” he replied, making my mouth drop, his smirk deepening as he focused on it.
“Let me get this straight, you chase me from state to state, stalk me, kidnap me, hunt me down after my escape and now, only minutes after admitting to me that I am being kidnapped again, you are asking me out on a date!?” I asked, less for clarification because I hadn’t missed that crazy memo, but more so to get across how fucked up and insane this was!
“That’s about the sum of it,” he admitted unapologetically.
“But that’s… that’s…” I naturally struggled to find the right words.
“Smooth?” he asked cockily, shocking me.
“Bonkers!” At this he laughed, took my chin in his hand, shook it, and told me,
“You’re fucking adorable.” Then he backed off a little and gave me space enough to stand.
“No, I am not. What I am is pissed off,” I told him as I followed him toward his desk.
“Yes, and well, if this is the extent of it, then it too is adorable,” he informed me, making my eyes widen in response.
“Ryker, be serious.” As soon as I said this his head turned, with his heated gaze now intent on mine.
“Say it again,” he asked. With that one predatory look I found myself backing up. However, when he started to circle around me, I changed direction.
“Be serious,” I all but squeaked. I then felt my ass cheek bump against the top of his desk, and I foolishly looked down for half a second to make sure I wasn’t about to knock anything off it. However, the second I looked back up, he was directly in front of me, making me gasp in shock. Damn he was fast… and too fucking tall!
“Say. It. Again,” he ordered in a dark tone this time, and I swear my pussy was damn near fanning itself, whereas my nipples had turned into cheerleaders and were frantically trying to burst free and show themselves. But seeing as I now understood what he wanted, I couldn’t help myself, being far too curious to see what would happened once I did.
“Ryker.” I said his name and, damn it, making it come out like some sexual purr wasn’t helping matters. Not when it clearly had an effect, one strong enough that he even closed his eyes as he demanded,
“Again.” I swallowed hard before whispering it this time, and damn, even I wondered if my next job shouldn’t be as a phone sex worker.
