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I laugh as we walk into my living room, the soft glow of the ambient lighting illuminates the room and creates a warm atmosphere. The sweet aroma of essential oils fills the air, something my coach recommended to help me sleep, but they don’t seem to be working so far.
I turn to watch my pretty neighbor as she takes everything in, from the plush furniture to the warm tones my interior designer promised would create a soothing ambiance. For the first time since moving in, I am glad I hired someone to work on the space.
“Not what you were expecting, huh?” I tease her.
“Definitely not,” she whispers, immediately making herself at home as she lets go of my hand and walks toward the balcony. “For someone who listens to heavy metal, I sure wasn’t expecting any of this.”
The moonlight spills through the open glass door, casting a soft glow on her silhouette as she peers out. I transformed the balcony into a workout area, something to keep me occupied while away from the gym. As Dawn steps onto the mat, I can’t help but imagine her standing there every morning with a cup of coffee as she watches me work out. Some mornings, I might even convince her to join me.
Fuck, I could come just from the thought of fucking her on the bench press, eyes glazed over and her back arched as she rides my cock. I can see her pouty lips parted as I thrust my cock into her wet pussy, working up a sweat with the warmth from the sun on her back . . .
“Do you always work out this late?” Dawn asks, turning around to face me, and I can’t help it that my eyes drop to her pert nipples. I have to slip my hands into my pockets when I look at her, pretending I don’t have a growing erection desperate for attention.
“Not always.”
Her pretty hazel eyes flash at me. “I’ve been hearing loud music coming from your place almost every night since I moved here.”
“How long have you been living here?”
“Two weeks!”
I wince inwardly. I wasn’t trying to be a dick and deprive her of sleep or anything like that. I always play loud music when I am working out, and it’s never been a problem because the lady that lived next door was old and deaf. I had no idea she’d sold her apartment and moved out. She must have done it while I’d been out of town since I hadn’t noticed her moving. Had Dawn or the building manager alerted me of this, I would’ve quit immediately. Every part of me hates the fact that I put her through this for so long.
Contrary to what my feisty little neighbor believes, I am not an asshole. Well, most of the people I work with seem to think so, but in this case, I wasn’t intentionally being one. Ironically enough, I don’t even like the music I was listening to, but I have had a rough couple of months, surrounded by people determined to stress me into an early grave, and the noise . . . I needed it to drown out my thoughts.
“I’ll quit,” I say, and notice how her eyes widen with shock.
“Really? Just like that?”
“Just like that,” I respond, and where I expected to read relief in her eyes, I notice how her brows draw and her gaze narrows suspiciously.
“If it’s that simple to stop, then why have you been playing such loud music every night?”
Because I am a man at his wit’s end. That is what I would answer if I wasn’t afraid of scaring Dawn away. There is so much I want to do, like close the distance between us and kiss those luscious lips, but I restrain myself. I’m thinking about my end game here, how I can make this woman permanently mine, and jumping her right now won’t help my case, but God . . . she tempts me.
Her perfect body, pretty hazel eyes, and those pouty lips. Heck, her feisty little attitude makes me want to throw caution to the wind and claim her right now, but not yet.
I didn’t convince her to come into my home so I could jump her. No, she’ll come to me herself.
I’ll make sure of it.
Chapter Three
Dawn
I knew it was a bad idea to be alone with this man in his home, but I followed him inside anyway.
Now that I am in his space, the assault on my system has doubled. His apartment is nothing like I expected, and yet it feels like him. Warm and bold. Everything in here smells of him too, which isn’t exactly helping with the desire I feel for him and . . .
I don’t even know his name yet! I feel like I’ve known him for much longer than the twenty or so minutes since I knocked on his door for the second time, but the realization that he still hasn’t told me his name is a shocking reminder that I don’t actually know him at all.
Even I know that I don’t need to learn his name to be drawn to him in a way I have never been with anyone before. Of course, I have come across plenty of men that I’ve found attractive. As my father is a businessman, it’s common to run into wealthy men, attractive in his same field when I have visited him at work. None of them have made my knees shake or my heart hammer in my chest.
Not a single one of them comes close to my hot-as-sin neighbor, and . . . I just willingly walked into his lair.
“Music motivates me to work out harder,” he says, drawing my thoughts back to him, and for a second, I don’t remember what he’s talking about.
Right, I just asked him why he plays loud music every night.
