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“And we don’t know it belongs to him.”
“I have a feeling it does.”
After returning to the bathroom and grabbing my fire engine red lipstick, I glanced into the mirror, noticing her reflection. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing’s wrong. I’m just wondering if he has a brother. Hot isn’t the word for the man. And did you get a load of his muscles?” She leaned in, tossing a look over her shoulder as if he’d followed her. “I know this is a crass thing to say to my sister about her boyfriend, but I bet he has a nice ass and a long cock.”
Carrie had always been one to say what was on her mind. That had gotten her a long way in the corporate world, but she’d suck at politics if she was coerced like my father wanted. “First of all, he’s not my boyfriend. And second…”He has the thickest, hardest cock of any man I’ve ever had.Oh, yeah, that would go over well. “Second, I don’t plan on finding that out. It’s a date.”
“Uh-huh. Remember what I told you about letting go. Tonight is the night. This weekend in fact. And you look stunning.”
I took a deep breath, moving away from the mirror. “It’s okay and I can’t let go for an entire weekend.”
“Yes, you can. You already told me the hospital administrator is forcing you to. God, woman. You do need to get laid.”
“Say it louder so he can hear you.”
“So, what’s his name? I could just call him Stud Muffin.”
I moved past her, struggling into my shoes and grabbing my purse. Stud Muffin was all I could tell her myself. At least the name suited him.
“You didn’t answer me. Don’t keep a secret from your sister.”
Sighing, I finally lifted my head, giving her a wicked smile. “I have no idea.”
She narrowed her eyes then burst into laughter. “Maybe you do have some wild oats left to sow before you get really old.”
“When I return, I’m going to punch you in the face.” I steadied myself on the heels, taking a deep breath before walking into the living room.
I’d heard from several people that when you found the right one, the lost part of your heart that you didn’t even know was missing suddenly reappeared, then you knew fate had intervened. I’d laughed, being one of many naysayers. There was no such thing as insta-love or finding ‘the’ one, the single person you were meant to be with.
But as I walked toward the man standing in black jeans, a soft white shirt, and a leather bomber jacket, his eyes full of fire, I could almost believe in anything. He was much more casual than before, but he was just as compelling as he’d been in the suit. Suddenly, I felt overdressed, which is exactly what he wanted.
His nostrils flared and as he stared at me with hooded eyes, there was no doubt he was undressing me with them. I hated the fact he could easily see his heated expression prompted my full arousal, my nipples poking through the thin material of the dress. I could swear he’d purposely selected a style that wouldn’t allow me to wear a bra.
There was such a powerful dynamic between us that even without the passion, the air crackled from the electricity dancing through us. There was a confidence about him, a knowing of how his presence was a power in and of itself that I appreciated, but his arrogance remained, as if he knew how powerful he was. I could see it in the way he looked at me, as if I was his possession, a thing to play with and put on a shelf.
I noticed the golden flecks in his irises, and the heated way in which he was looking at me could easily burn me into the ground if that was his intention. There was a ruggedness about him that differed from what I expected of a stockbroker, muscular without being overpowering. His jaw was chiseled, his cheekbones high, which accentuated his long obsidian eyelashes. I was taken aback by how good looking he really was, grateful the fog from before hadn’t returned.
There was something odd about the way he looked at me, almost ominous. There was a darkness to him that threatened to consume everything in its path, a looming desire swirling at the corners of his eyes. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why that was the first thing that came to mind. He’d done nothing overt that would suggest he intended on doing me any harm, more as if anyone tried to come between us, he’d crush them beneath his rattlesnake skin boots.
The room was completely silent, except for the same rapidly beating heart I’d had before. That’s when I blinked, purposely glancing toward the dogs to hide the warm flush I felt sliding along my jaw.
Goldie was a Sheltie–Golden Retriever and Shadow a black lab and Irish setter mix. In other words, they were hyper, protective dogs who loved attention.
They sat still, staring up at the mystery guest as if he was a god, or maybe a dog whisperer. I couldn’t get over it. One thing I knew is that if someone passed the pup test, they were good people. At least that gave me some sense of comfort.
He obviously noticed my intense gaze, chuckling softly. “They’re beautiful.”
“They like you.” I lifted my head, studying his eyes.
“You make that sound like they shouldn’t.”
“They don’t know you. I don’t either.”
He walked closer, taking my words as a challenge. As he closed the distance, he cocked his head, taking deep breaths. “Then we’ll have to rectify that. Won’t we?” He cupped my chin, rubbing his thumb so gently back and forth across my skin that I pursed my lips, fearful I’d express the scintillating thoughts rushing into the back of my mind.
“Yes, we will.”
