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Even in a bulky suit, she looked hot enough to fuck. And I liked her hair down. Then again, she looked great in a ponytail too. I quickly realized that she probably looked amazing, no matter how she styled her hair or what she wore.
But I’d rather see her naked. I was sure her best look was nude, except for me draped over her.
“Great progress today, Hawk. Let’s schedule your next appointment. I think one visit per week would be ideal.”
Progress? I barely said anything while she ranted on about all the different ways women communicated through touch, making my imagination create an entire so-called conversation with Lila’s naked body.
“No, thanks.” I hurried out without looking back.
That was the most humiliating experience I’d ever had. I was the last person who needed to be coached on women’s bodies.
I rode the elevator down to the main floor and mentally kicked myself for being weak. I was making a fool of myself. And for what? To hopefully run into a woman I was horny for and test out a theory? That was a bullshit fabricated excuse I had given myself.
So pathetic, Hawk. What’s wrong with you these days?
All week, I had attempted to force her out of my system by fucking a few strangers, but after three different one-night stands, I was still obsessing over Lila. Even while I banged those other chicks, all I thought about was how it would be with Lila instead.
Given the way her body reacted to mine an hour ago, I knew I could easily seduce her. It wouldn’t take much convincing. But I promised myself I wouldn’t fuck around with one of the rescue’s volunteers.
So, what the fuck was I doing here?
One part of me hoped she hadn’t recognized me so I could convince myself that what I had seen in her eyes last Saturday had been a figment of my imagination. Or what I didn’t see.
But she did recognize me.
And her body had flushed with heat.
And her gaze had filled with desire.
No matter how much I searched, there was no trace of fear in them…or disgust. Even with my don’t-fuck-with-me-I’m-an-evil-mother-fucker expression. Her only reaction was lust and curiosity. Staring up at me like she was trying to analyze me. Or to see through me, deep into my soul, making me even more curious about her.
Fuck, this was bad. Because this was what the other part of me wanted. For her to keep gazing at me like I wasn’t an evil prick covered in scars and scowls.
So, now what? Schedule another mortifying sex therapy session for a chance to get a glimpse of Lila just so I could feel normal?
Normal people asked women out on dates. They had relationships. Normal people didn’t consider girlfriends as a weakness. They didn’t have enemies that could hurt their girlfriends.
As if to remind me of the kind of life I led, my phone dinged with a text from my right-hand man.
Leo: Run went smoothly. We have a new client from Columbia, setting up the terms now.
Fuck! More drug money to launder and invest.
Defeated, I walked out onto the main floor and made my way toward the exit. I would not come back here. There was no point.
