Page 18 of The Hitman’s Obsession

And I believe him when he says he has never made one of these for another woman.

Just me.

Somehow, that makes me feel even more special than any of the things he did to me back at my place. Such a simple act, just making a sandwich for me, has me melting inside like the cheese oozing out the sides of the bread.

We take a seat at a humble table in the corner, and he brings me a glass of water. I go to take my first bite, but my hands are shaking. Countless questions continue to badger my mind.

What if Roman’s boss finds us here? What if Dad tries to reach me? Where will I get more clothes? Another phone? What if I’m reported missing?

“Annie, relax,” Roman says. “You eat. Let me do the worrying.”

His voice soothes me instantly. The tension slides out of my body like I’m a deflating balloon. This is what I’ve been waiting for: a man who can take control from me. A man who can lead. A man who can tell me where to go and command me to do anything with his authority.

Raising the sandwich to my mouth, I take a small bite, and my mouth bursts with flavor.

Wow, this might be one of the best things I’ve ever tasted.

My heart starts racing again as I look across the table at him. Chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, monstrous chest. Even sitting, it’s like he takes up the whole room. His sheer presence is overwhelming.

I take another bite, my eyes locked on his.

And I feel myself heating up.

This man is a killer, and I gave him my virginity. He kidnapped me, and I’m hornier than ever.

“You don’t want some?” I ask, holding out half my grilled cheese. His lips stay firm, but his eyes glisten.

“Ladies first.”

Nodding, I take another bite. Dad always told me not to talk with my mouth full, but he also told me he’d always be around to take care of me. “So a killer or a gentleman. Which are you?”

The skin at the corners of his eyes moves just a bit. I’ll get a smile out of him eventually. I just have to keep trying.

“I can’t be both?”

It’s actually killing me that he’s just sitting there across the table from me. Watching me. Not touching me. My thighs are tingling, and it’s not just his cum dripping into my panties. I’m drenched. So wet my thighs are slippery.

My mind goes back to the apartment, how quickly he moved when I ran for the door. It was like this immovable wall just appeared in front of me. I knew instantly there was no way out of that room. Not with him there.

Taking another bite, I get up from my chair. Roman cocks his head to the side and shifts his feet on the floor.

“What are you doing, Annie?”

With a coy little shrug, I take a step back toward the door. He sits forward. The massive muscles of his enormous legs flex as he readies himself.

I glance behind me at the door. Am I really doing this?

A fizzy feeling fills my chest. I have to cover my mouth with one hand as a giggle bubbles out of my throat.

I take another step back, and Roman gets to his feet.

“Annie,” he says, a warning tone in his voice.

I laugh again. I’m nearly bouncing up and down now with anticipation. I’m tingling all over. When was the last time I was this excited?

“Roman,” I ask, slowly dragging out the syllables of his name. “I have a question for you.”

His eyes beam back at me, focused and intent.