Page 13 of Pervade London
I raised my chin, wanting to shock him. “Sometimes, I put it inside and turn it up to the max.”
“Well, that’s fine, of course.”
A spark of chemistry passed between us and I sensed a shift in his emotions. He looked intrigued.
Then I remembered how I’d met him. “Harold’s going to be home.”
He placed the vibrator back and closed the drawer.
Here stood a dreamy man whose presence filled the room with a rare aura that was indefinable. If he walked out the door, I’d never see him again.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.
“I’m not seeing anyone. You?”
I gave him a thin smile. “You could always hack into my bank account and see if I buy dinner for two.”
“You should never pay for dinner.” Xander looked around my bedroom.
I had a feeling he was trying to find out more about me.
He winked. “If your violin goes astray again. I’ll get it back for you.”
“How can I contact you if it does?”
“This is why my relationships don’t work out. I’m too elusive, apparently.”
“What happened?”
“We both wanted more…just totally different things.”
“Are you still friends?”
He mulled that over. “There’s a connection between us that just won’t break.”
Someone still had a piece of his heart and it was kind of romantic.
“I’ve never had that.”
“You deserve to be loved entirely. Your lover should make you feel invincible.”
“That would be nice.”
“Personally, I’m not an easy lover to have,” he admitted.
“Why not?”
“I’m into…things.” He glanced down at the drawer that held my vibrator.
I wanted to ask for details as a rush of excitement swept through me, making me feel giddy.God, if he was into rough sex, I may have met my dream man.
“I should go,” he said.
“Best of luck with everything.”
“You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, Emily.”
His words filled me with a flush of warmth—like basking in the sun on a summer day.
