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I could see the panic in my woman’s eyes the moment I walked into the room. I thought for sure she would scream or curse me out, but the moment she saw me something softened in her eyes. She was still afraid and unsure, probably because she can’t remember how she got here, but the trust she gave me instinctually makes me want to be the man who deserves such a gift.
I was scared out of my fucking mind last night when she slumped over in the seat of the car as I was driving her to my home. I suppose I could have searched her purse for her ID and gotten her address, but a primal part of me wouldn’t allow me to do it. I needed her in my space as I made sure she was safe.
It was difficult as hell not to take in every one of her curves when I pulled her tight dress off her body and slipped one of my t-shirts over her head, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to violate her in any way. Not after what her dick of a date tried to do to her. I shudder to think about what his plans were.
I hop out of bed when I hear the shower turn on, mostly because if I sit in this room, knowing she’s naked and soapy on the other side, I won’t be able to control my actions. I head to the kitchen and grab my phone as I set about making some eggs and toast. She needs something light this morning.
I sat up most of the night in a chair in the corner of my room watching her, fearing she would get sick and need me. She didn’t, but it didn’t stop me from making sure. I only left the room about twenty minutes before she woke up, needing to stretch my legs a little.
The distant ring of my phone has me racing to the kitchen. Blake Higgins’ name flashes across my screen. “Jones,” my voice is tired and strained when I answer.
“Just wanted to call and check on your girl this morning,” Blake’s voice comes over the line.
I already got an update last night about the asshole, whose name I found out is Eric, being taken into custody. He wouldn’t give anything up other than admit to drugging Willow. Which we already knew.
Blake calling Willow my girl so easily, as if it is normal and set in stone, does ease my frustration over the whole thing slightly. I’m haunted by the thought of me not being there when she needed me. Of someone else not paying attention and that asshole being able to take advantage of her.
“She’s fine,” I sigh. As I set about making breakfast, I can still feel the weight of her on me and the way she melted into me. It soothes the raging beast inside me who wanted to go after that guy’s blood. “She just woke up. She was a little groggy and had a headache, but I was expecting it.”
He chuckles, “She wasn’t freaked out to be in your bed?”
I can’t help but smirk. “Maybe a little at first,” I admit, “but then I explained what happened and she relaxed into it.”
“Good. Keep it lowkey with her today, let her rest,” there’s a warning in his voice which sets my teeth on edge, but I can understand where he’s coming from.
“I know how to take care of my woman, Higgins,” I bite out.
“Oh, I’m sure you do, which is why I’m reminding you she went through an ordeal last night and might be a little out of it,” there’s steel to his voice, but a teasing edge as well.
“Got it. Let me know if you find out anything else.”
I know there’s something going down in the club. Willow isn’t the first woman to get her drink spiked and there have been a few other incidents. Aces is supposed to be an upscale club, but if rumors keep circulating about it being unsafe, then we can kiss our jobs goodbye. I love working at Aces, so whatever is next in getting this shit under control, I’m down for.
We say our goodbyes just as Willow comes tiptoeing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen of my apartment. I never needed a big place; it’s been only me for a long damn time. Hell, I don’t even have a pet since I sometimes work long hours and never wanted to do that to a defenseless animal. Now, seeing Willow here, I want to give her the big house with the white picket fence. I could see some kids running around and getting into trouble. It’s a damn nice dream to have.
Willow’s smile is tentative as I plate up the eggs and spread a little bit of butter on her toast. I point to the small table, “Sit, Little Bit.”
Desire flashes in her eyes, like she likes me taking control and giving her orders. If I wasn’t hard for her before, which I was from the moment I saw her, I sure as hell am now. There’s no way I’ll be able to hide it and there’s a part of me which doesn’t want to.
I bring her plate over to her and set it down, but her eyes are glued to my obviously hard length. Having her eyes on me makes my dick twitch and I watch her eyes widen slightly in response. Damn this woman is a modern-day goddess, designed for pleasure right along with sweetness.
And she’s all mine.
I feel her eyes on me when I make my way back over to grab my own plate along with two glasses of juice. The way her eyes are fixated on my cock as it strains against the confines of my sweatpants makes me want to bend her over the table and fuck her until she can’t remember anything other than my name. When she licks her lips, I almost come on the spot.
I clear my throat and her eyes travel up my torso slowly, like her nails against my skin. I arch an eyebrow when she finally looks into my eyes, hers so damn dark with desire I don’t know how I’m going to last the day without burying myself deep inside her juicy pussy. I know she’s wet for me; I can practically smell it.
“Um,” I can see her thoughts tripping over themselves in her mind, “no coffee?”
I smirk at her as I sit, “You need something more than caffeine right now. Something with vitamins.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she tucks into her food while I do the same, but I can’t tear my eyes off her. She takes delicate bites and the way her lips wrap around the tines of her fork almost makes me groan.
I try to stop the question, but it tumbles out accusingly, “What were you doing on a date last night, Willow?”
She looks at me and blinks her wide, innocent eyes. “Well, it’s a new year, ya know?” I don’t know and my face must reflect it because she’s quick to add, “Everything else in my life is going really well except for my love life.” She shrugs one shoulder as if I’m not seething on the inside. “I made a deal with one of my friends that we’d try to get a handle on it and date a little.” She scrunches up her face, “I don’t think online dating is for me.”
“No, it’s not,” I bark the words, startling her.
