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I changed five times in my head but ended up with what I originally put on. A wide-legged navy sleeveless jumpsuit and heels.
Why am I nervous?
He’s just a man.
A man who helps abused women.
Why does he do it? It’s honorable. I get that part.
But what reason would he have to walk into a situation ridden with violence? Why would he do it for a stranger without any recognition? It’s selfless.
Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about him or that night.
I’m sure other women he’s saved think about him as well. I can’t be the only one.
Glenn could’ve had a knife or a gun.
He could’ve hurt him.
Brett looks like he can handle himself.
He appears strong.
Confident.
Powerful.
Undeterred.
And he’s a good man.
A sexy, gets my blood flowing uncontrollable man.
I don’t know if I’m attracted to him because he swept in and rescued me from the bastard or if it’s…my eyes land on his calling for undivided attention presence as he struts toward me with an ample amount of undeniable confidence. His crisp black tailored suit clings to him, doing its job of broadcasting his fit and muscular body.
My palms dampen along with my panties. What the hell is wrong with me?
I lick my dry lips. Reaching for my wineglass, I take a sip, and over the rim, I observe all his sexiness as it heads straight for me.
Yes. This man beckons for thighs to clench and hearts to slam on the brakes.
Then there’s that hint of darkness in his eyes. One I’m drawn to. I can’t help it. Something about him makes me want to forgo all my good senses and surrender to my naughty ones.
In the most erotic ways, he’s lived in my dreams for the past year.
“Miss Redmon.” He nods.
His voice slices through me like a sharp knife to warm bread, and I’m the melting butter waiting to be spread all over him.
“Mr. Daxon.” I set my glass down, my eyes trained on his every composed movement. Music only my eyes can hear. “Thank you for meeting me on such short notice.”
He pulls out the chair and sits down. There’s no fussing with his suit or fumbling for his cell. He rests his steady hands on the table in front of him.
His displeased eyes meet mine.
Yes. We both know the truth. I gave him no choice but to come. I panicked when Matthew told me Brett was unavailable and his partner would meet with me.
I wanted to see him, not his partner.
