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“One really passionate night. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It was more than that for me, and I know it was more than that for you too.” I open my mouth to respond, but he kisses me. Automatically my arms wrap around his neck as I press my body to his. The kiss is loud and wet. He grinds his erection into me and I reach into his boxers and grab his already hard dick, stroking it. His hand finds his way inside my robe, and he spreads my pussy lips apart, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I deepen the kiss to urge him on, but he stops and pushes away from my body.

With my body coming alive, I close the space between us. We’re both panting in my small kitchen as I start to take off my robe, wanting again. His eyes darken as he looks at my nipples, but he steps forward and closes the robe around my body.

“I know you want me,” I say. The proof of his desire is evident in his boxer shorts.

“I want you so fucking bad, Sandy, but I need to go take care of my dogs. We need to go now. Either you put some clothes and pack a bag, or I’ll toss you over my shoulder and you can go in your robe. Your choice.” To prove his point, he grabs me, swings me into his arms and carries me to my room.

“Don’t even think of trying that Neanderthal caveman thing, Jacob.” To drive home my point, I stand in the middle of the room with my hands crossed over my chest as I watch him put on his clothes.

When he’s done, he comes and stands in front of me, putting both hands on my shoulders.

“Sandra, please put on some clothes and pack a bag. Is that better? I would really like for us to have a conversation. Please.”

“You said please twice.”

“My mother taught me manners. Do you need me to help you pack?”

CHAPTER 15

JAKE

“You live here? Not in the city?”

I nod as I pull into my driveway, deciding not to park in the garage. I reluctantly let go of Sandy’s warm hand and step out of my truck. I grab her bag from the backseat and take her hand again once I walk around to her side of the car.

“I love the city, but don’t want to live there. My parents live close by and so is work. And I inherited this house from my grandparents.” She looks around and walks over to one of the rose bushes to the side of the house. With our hands still intertwined, I have no choice but to follow her.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Let me show you the inside.” We walk up the few steps to my front door together, and as soon as I open it, Zeus and Lady come barking. I feel Sandy tense next to me at the onslaught as the dogs begin to circle her, sniffing at her. I am about to tell them to back up, so we can step inside, when Zeus takes it upon himself to jump up on his hind legs with his front paws on Sandy's shoulders and his face in hers, meeting her at eye level.

Sandy surprises me by letting out a laugh as she looks over at me and says, "He's huge!"

She doesn't seem afraid as I had feared she would be.

“Down, boy. That’s my job,” I joke, as Zeus tries to lick her face. I pull him off her and whistle for them to follow me as I grab their leashes. When I turn around, Sandy has Lady in her arms.

“I always wanted a dog, but my mother always said no. By the time I was living on my own, I worked too many twelve hour shifts to take care of a pet.” She hugs Lady to her as she strokes her fur.

“Walk them with me.” I put the leash on Lady and hand it to Sandy, and together we walk out of my house, hand in hand, each of us holding onto a leash.

“How does a guy like you end up with a poodle named Lady?” she asks after several minutes of silence.

“A guy like me?” I give her an innocent smile.

“Yeah. A big Neanderthal caveman type guy.”

“Have you ever considered that that characterization of me might be wrong?”

“Nope. You got into a fight the first night I met you, and you threatened to kick David’s butt last night.”

I let out a loud snort at the thought of her date last night.

“David. What a pussy. Anyway, Lady belonged to my neighbor, Mrs. O’Connell. I would walk past her house every morning and evening while walking Zeus and would always see her standing on her porch, holding onto her walker. She would let Lady out on the front lawn, but she wasn’t able to walk down the steps. I would wave, but the only response I ever got from her was an angry glare. Until one morning. When I got to her house, she pointed her finger at me and yelled ‘you, come here.’ When I got to the front of her steps she told me ‘I need you to start walking Pink Lady for me every morning and evening. Don’t be here any later than this, otherwise you’re going to have to come inside and clean up her mess. Don’t take longer than ten minutes or I’ll call the cops after I kick your ass.’ She threw the leash at me and the rest is history.”

“Wow. She sounds like a real sweetheart,” she says. “And you just grabbed the leash? You didn’t threaten to kick her ass?”

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