Page 34 of Alec’s Dream

“I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, Macy you are. Or you’re trying to. I know things are complicated with the pissant, I know we both have kids. But I am not him and you do not have to protect yourself from spending time with me. I’d like you to come over for dinner, not a drunken fuckfest. I offered to cook you dinner, not string you up and eat you. Though both can be arranged at a later date. Dinner, Macy. There’s no harm in that.”

“Yes, there is.”

My heart was pounding and I needed him to hurry and leave.

“No, baby, there’s not. Two friends getting together to share a meal.”

“Friends don’t offer drunken fuckfests, nor do they offer to tie you up and eat you.”

Alec’s gaze dropped to my chest and his mouth bowed up into the most delicious smirk.

“I said string-up, but tie-up works, too. And you can deny it all you want, but trust me, I can see the evidence of your lie. And baby, it is sexy as fuck that your nipples are poking through your tee. But for now, until you learn I am not the dickweasel and you figure out you can trust me, we’ll be friends.”

Never had I met someone so blunt. Alec just said what the hell ever popped into his mind without care or thought.

“It’s just cold,” I blurted out.

“Babe it ain’t that cold, and I can assure you your nipples were not on display until I started talking about eating you out. Because if they had been like that all night, I can guaran-damn-tee you I would’ve tasted you already.”

“See! That’s why I can’t come over to your house. You can’t come here either. You’re…you’re…”

“I’m what, Macy?”

“Dangerous.”

His smile went wide and his eyes sparked with a new kind of fire that scared me more than the pissed-off fury that I’d seen blaze.

“I’m the best kind of dangerous.”

“That’s nuts! There’s no such thing.”

Alec stepped closer, Jocelyn held tight against his chest, and he cupped my cheek.

“Have dinner with me. Just friends, Macy.”

“I…um…”

“We’ll take this as slow as you need until you learn you can trust me.”

“Alec—”

“Dinner, Macy.”

I nodded and much to my surprise, instead of the arrogant smile I thought I’d get, his eyes warmed and he gave me a small grin.

“I left my address on the counter. Six, okay?”

“Yeah.”

Damn. I wanted to kick myself for sounding so breathy. We were having dinner—as friends—nothing more.

“See you tomorrow.” His thumb swept across my face one more time and my knees felt like jelly.

I was wrong. Alec wasn’t dangerous, he was deadly.

It was much later and I was lying in bed thinking about Alec’s visit when my cell beeped with a text.