Page 9 of Obsessed Fox

I couldn't help but shake my head and chuckle. "Are you kidding me right now? With all the time you spend in my shop, you have no idea who Janie is?"

Janie was gorgeous and the opposite of me in every way. She looked more like she should've worked in the former bakery than mine. She was a real-life Barbie with a perfect figure, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She loved pink and had a smile for everyone.

"I’m there for you," he said matter-of-factly. "Oh, and your chocolate chip cookies. Those things are like crack to me. Everything else is just background noise as far as I'm concerned."

Well, if that wasn't the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. And to think, it was coming from Hendrix, whose love language was sarcasm.

"Thank you?"

Yes, it came out as a question because I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say to that. This wasn't how Hendrix and Icommunicated. We were usually at each other's throats except for the one time I let my guard down during the Halloween party. And ever since then, I had been doing my best to build those walls back up. Just higher this time.

Hendrix gave me a knowing smirk, so I rushed on to keep talking. "Janie works for me. She's amazing. A little too bubbly for my personality, but she works hard and knows her shit. I should've given her more responsibility long before this, but I have control issues when it comes to my bakery."

He snickered. "You don't say."

I stuck my tongue out at him like a child. "I don't recall asking for your opinion."

"You didn't, but I like to give it anyway."

I rolled my eyes. "You do realize we're going to kill each other over these next two days, right? You drive me up the wall, and unlike before, I'm not going to be able to escape you."

Hendrix was detrimental to my health. Not my mental health; I had that shit on lockdown. But my physical health? I was fucked. Quite literally. I had him once and it was so life-altering that if I didn't watch myself, I could easily become addicted to him.

"So you admit you were hiding from me?"

I threw my hands up in the air. "Yes, I'm admitting it. I wasn't exactly being incognito about my efforts. The cold shoulder? Practically ignoring you any time you were within my vicinity? The dirty looks? Pretty sure all that screamed I was putting walls up between us."

He was up off the recliner and crowding my space before I could blink. With both hands on either side of the recliner, his legs straddled mine. Like a knee-jerk reaction, I sunk back into the chair without even thinking about it. I knew even before his soft minty breath hit my cheek that I was a goner. "I'm going to prove to you that we were made for each other. I'm going toknock every one of those walls down and obliterate them so they can't be built up again."

A shiver ran through my body at his declaration because a small part of me knew he was right. If anyone could make it happen, it was Hendrix Parks.

I did my best not to pay too much attention to his hard pecs as my palms splayed over his chest. I needed space, and to do that, I had to touch him and push him away from me. But my plan backfired immediately.

My body recognized his. My fingers itched to trace all the hard lines and grooves it missed out on the first time we connected. Instead of pushing him, like my mind demanded, my hands had a mind of their own. My hands were grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer until our lips crashed together.

I moaned as soon as his tongue licked my lips, and without a second thought, I opened for him. There was nothing sweet about the kiss. Not that I would expect it from Hendrix.

No, the man consumed.

He dominated.

He showed me with his tongue that he owned me and I let him. I gave him everything I had.

“I want you,” I ripped my lips away from his and begged.

With a practiced move that I would never be able to accomplish without falling off the recliner, Hendrix flipped us around so I was strangling his lap. “Take what you want. You’re in control.”

It was a lie and we both knew it. Hendrix would never give me complete control but that was okay. I had power over every other aspect of my life; I was happy to hand it over now.

“Off.” I tugged his shirt up but didn’t make it far until he leaned forward with a chuckle and helped me strip the offending piece of clothing from his body.

“Like what you see?”

I was caught staring and didn’t care in the least. Hendrix was a beautiful specimen. All hard lines covered in colorful ink. His physique didn’t match his age.

“Absolutely, but I would like it more if we took these off as well.” I unsnapped the button of his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down.

“Push yourself up and I’ll get them off.”

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