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“Is this where I have two choices, kind of like take the red pill or the blue one in The Matrix?” She placed her hand in his, knowing nothing he said would turn her away.

“I do like your choice in movies, but no, nothing so mind-scrambling. Well, at least, I don’t think. It's your choice, though. We can stay up here and watch a movie, or we can go downstairs.”

Chapter Thirteen

Ayesha tried to keepher hand from trembling in his. “I’ll take option B, please.”

King tugged her into his arms. “I’m glad you said that. Not that I don’t like movies, but that’s the last thing on my mind. Come on,” he said, leading her to the back of the house and toward a door she’d seen in the kitchen but hadn’t thought to ask about.

He punched in another code. The door locks disengaging loudly in the quiet room. “Wow, this reminds me of a James Bond movie. You aren’t going to take me down there, toss me in a hole, and then make me put lotion on, are you?”

King’s laughter made her laugh, too, dispelling a little of her nervousness.

“Ah, if I were to do that, would I really tell you before getting you down to my cave?” he asked, leading her into the well-lit entryway.

Once inside, he shut the door, making the locks snick back in place. “We can open the door from this side. The locks only keep those on the other side from entering.” He showed her the code to unlock, easing some of her fear.

“I have no need to lock a woman in my basement, Little Dove.” King held his hand out again.

Ayesha looked at his gorgeous face, tanned skin, and muscular build. His arms were covered in tattoos, but what drew her were his eyes and the knowledge in them. No, this was a man who didn’t need to lock a woman anywhere. More than likely, he would need to beat them off with a stick. She let her eyes roam down his body...pausing below his belt. It was a really big stick if the bulge in his jeans was anything to go by.

“You keep staring at my dick, and I’ll have you up against the wall with your legs around my hips instead of in my bed,” he growled.

She had to shake her head to dispel the image of her and him in just that position. “You always say what’s on your mind?” she asked.

“Figure it’s better that way instead of wondering and shit. You ready?” he asked, slightly tugging her hand.

It wasn’t until that moment she realized they hadn’t left the landing at the top of the stairs.

“I’m ready,” she agreed. With every step they took, she became more aware of him as a man and her as a woman. They may have only met a few days ago, but none of that mattered. He’d been more everything than any guy she’d ever known. Patient, kind, funny in his way, sexy, and god love it, dominating. She wanted to find out just what that side was like. When he’d threatened to spank her, she’d felt her body respond in a way that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with need. The need to feel him follow through on the threat.

“This is where I come to relax,” King said at the bottom of the steps.

She looked around, amazed to see a normal-looking man cave-type room. The large open area had a huge black leather sectional with a chase lounge on one end facing a wall with a massive flat screen. They continued to where she saw a small kitchenette off to the side, completely kitted out with everything he’d need to survive without going upstairs. “This is like an apartment.” Of course, his space was nicer than most apartments in California she’d been in.

“Back here are my two favorite spaces.” He pushed open a door and led her into a bedroom.

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