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She’s bold. Fearless. And not afraid to look at me.
Fuck. I want to reach out and pull her to me. Feel every part of her body molded to mine.
Since the night I met her, I’ve felt this connection to her. I couldn’t stop thinking about it or her. I always wondered what happened to her.
It amazed me that even in her weakest state, she was strong. I’m drawn to her strength and turned on by her power to overcome what he did to her.
“Would you” —her long eyelashes lift— “come with me?”
Unable to look away from her big, beautiful eyes, I contemplate convincing her that she doesn’t need to worry about her abuser coming after her. “What time?”
“Seven.”
“I’ll pick you up at six,” I say against my better judgment.
Spending any more time with this woman is dangerous. It’s best I put it off until tomorrow. I’ll deal with it then.
“Thank you,” she says with a small smile. “Now…” Her smile broadens and turns wicked. “Would you like to show me the rest of your place? I’d love to see it.”
Unsure if she’s trying to get into my bedroom or if I’m overthinking the comment, I shake my head. “Maybe another time. It’s late.”
Her head tilts. Her eyes drop to my mouth, then slowly move back up. Feeling the heated look straight in my cock, I clench my hand.
“That it is,” she says in a husky, toe-curling tone.
She turns on her heels and heads to the elevator.
I follow her, press the code, and the doors open a few seconds later. She walks inside and leans against the wall, gripping the bar behind her.
She takes a breath.
Her tits thrust out, taunting my cock further.
“You know,” she inspects me with smoldering eyes. “I’m starting to think I frighten you.” She spans my body with cunning eyes one last time. “And maybe it’s you who needs to be touched with gentle hands, Mr. Daxon.”
My eyes hood.
“Oh, Miss Redmon, you couldn’t be more wrong,” I say before the doors close.
Chapter Eleven
The meeting with Blush Works went well.
Brett smiled often and interacted with professionalism. He was charming, friendly, and candid, which is a one-eighty from his usual dark, broody, and quiet self.
There’s no doubt about it. He helped me land the deal.
He was perfect.
I even forgot where I was and who I was worried about.
The threat of Glenn was the furthest thing from my mind. Brett made sure of it. His presence alone was enough for me to feel safe.
Walking out to the parking lot, he unbuttons his suit coat and loosens his tie.
Still keeping up the gentleman’s façade, he opens the door for me.
I glance up at him. His gray eyes mirror the night’s darkness as he stares over my shoulder, not making eye contact.
