Page 7 of Sweet Fantasies

“If I say yes will you leave?”

I nod my head and grunt. “Absolutely. But don’t try and ditch me, gorgeous. If I have to hunt you down, I might be annoyed.”

“Heavens, we wouldn’t want that.” She rolls her whiskey eyes and I have to smother a laugh.

“You definitely don’t want that. I’ll be back to get you at seven.”

“You don’t know where I live.” She calls to me as I open the door.

I grin back at her. “Trust me. I’ll always find you.”

And I step out the door and close it behind me, keeping my eyes straight ahead.

Because if I don’t, I might turn right back around and finish what I started in her tiny kitchen.

And neither one of us are ready for that. Soon. But not yet.

No matter what my dick thinks.

ANNA

Ipace up and down my little living room, my heart pounding out of control.

Am I making a mistake? I feel like I am. Whatever hold that man has over me it turns me into a woman who wants to climb all over him and do dirty, dirty things and that’s just not me.

Not to mention that the man is bossy as hell and I hate that. Nothing gets me angry faster than some guy who thinks that just because you let him wet his dick, he’s got the right to tell you what to do with your whole life.

No thank you. I just want to turn right back around and tell him to fuck off.

But something about Ryan makes me crazy and I just can’t help myself. I listen to him and I hate it. I don’t want to. I’m my own woman and the last time I let some guy tell me what to do, he took my job. My dream.

I’ll be damned if that happens again.

There’s a knock at the door and I stand still, closing my eyes and letting my body settle because every part of me jumped to attention when he knocked.

I grip my hands together tightly and swear under my breath.

“This is ridiculous. Open the damn door. You can control your fucking body. Just keep your damn head.”

“I can hear you, you know.”

I cringe, closing my eyes. “Damn man,” I mutter under my breath. Of course he couldn’t keep his mouth shut so I didn’t know that he could hear me talking to myself like a lunatic.

“Open the door, Anna.”

There’s that bossy tone again. But just like all the other times, I stomp over and open the door, my eyes locked on his big body. He smirks, leaning on the door jamb.

“Told you I’d find you.”

I roll my eyes. “You know, your ego must be the biggest thing on you.”

His lips stretch into a wicked grin that lights up his aqua blue eyes. “I would argue that and prove it to you but it’s still too soon.”

My mouth falls open and I step back, my whole body turning inside out when he stalks me and slowly, carefully, closes the door.

“Weren’t we going out?”

“I see that you’re very distracted or you would have noticed this.” His head nods towards where a big bag is hanging over his arm. “I figured why go out for something to eat when I can make our dinner better than any restaurant.”

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