Page 36 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

“I’ll get your clothes,” I say, walking back over to the kitchen where her bags are.

When I turn around, she’s inside the bathroom. Crisis averted.

But it won’t be enough. I can’t tell her more about me until I know more about her. So what else could I do to put all those flashing red flags running through her mind to rest?

Well… there’s always the oldest trick in the book.

I follow her into the bathroom with her bags, set them down in the corner, and grab two towels from the shelf and place them on the vanity.

She stares at me. Says, “Thank you.” Stares some more.

I reach behind my neck and drag my t-shirt over my head. Drop the shirt to the floor.

She’s staring at me. “What are you doing?”

“I need a shower too. And we only have so much water.”

She starts shaking her head, but I walk over to her and start unbuttoning that stupid work shirt.

Her chest is rising and falling rapidly again. Just like it was when I kissed her.

“Stop me if you don’t want it, Sadie. I’m not gonna force you.”

Her eyes dart up to mine. “You did last night.”

“That was a fucking nightmare.” I sneer. “That wasn’t me. You need to get your head around reality.”

“It felt real.”

I finish unbuttoning her shirt and open it up, revealing a tight sports bra. God, I bet her tits are spectacular once I take that awful binding off. Two soft flicks of my fingers make the shirt slide down her arms. It drops to the floor at our feet.

I wait to see if she’ll stop me, but she just stares up into my eyes with something that might be a mixture of fear and longing.

I grab the edge of the thick stretchy fabric of her sports bra, but her hands clamp down on my wrists before I can pull it up and expose her tits.

“Wait,” she says in a weak voice.

“Why?” I ask.

“I don’t know if I want to do this,” she says, almost breathless.

“You do,” I say. “There are as many ways to say no as there are to say yes, Sadie. If you didn’t want this, you’d have stopped it before it started. I won’t fuck you if you don’t want it. But I’d like to look at you, at least.”

She’s silent again, so I take that as permission and finish what I started. The bra comes over her head. I absently throw it aside as I stare at her body. “Now the pants,” I say, going for her button.

She lets me this time. No argument. They’re barely being held up by that button and the moment it’s released, they fall over the curve of her hips and join the shirt on the floor.

I grin at her body. “You’re very pretty.”

She says nothing so I kick off my boots, release the button on my jeans, and step out of them. I’m not hard, but she stares at my cock. I can almost feel her want. And then she blushes. Color rushes back into her cheeks in an instant.

I place my hand on her flushed face and say, “I like that reaction.”

She turns away from me and steps into the running water.

I won’t fuck her.

I’ll try not to fuck her.