Page 13 of Wild For You

The longing. The passion. The hunger.

She’s actually attracted to me.

She knows the impact my accident had on my sex life, and she’s still attracted.

It’s not like I haven’t been horny. My right hand hasn’t seen so much action since high school. But I can’t call any of the numbers stored in my phone. Madison Creek is my home—my private retreat from my hectic lifestyle back in Chicago.

None of my conquests have ever seen the inside of this house, and that’s exactly the way I’d like to keep it. I don’t need anyone invading my private space—neither a woman, nor the media.

I won’t let the paparazzi enter my real life to get to know the real me.

And there’s also the fact that I’m not comfortable with the world knowing how hard the accident really hit me. It looked bad enough on screen. But the reality is much worse.

There are days when only prescribed painkillers could make the pain bearable, but I refuse to take them. I never did in the past, and I’m not about to start now. It’s a matter of regaining some of the control I used to have over my life.

The bottle of pills on my nightstand used to remind me of what I’d lost every hour of every day—before I tossed them in the bin. Erin’s presence has a similar effect on me, which is why she has to leave.

Only if she weren’t…

“So damn hot,” I mumble. She’s literally a few doors down, and the tightness in my pants just won’t let me forget it.

Not that I’m planning to invite her into my bed. As things stand, it’s all pretty much a diversion to waste my days…until I can get back on that bull again.

In spite of the banter we’ve been having I’m not going to deviate from my plan to make her stay unbearable for her.

The plan is to push her buttons as much as I can. Making her leave shouldn’t be too hard. We’ve barely spent ten minutes together and I already have her fuming. It’s only a matter of time before she snaps.

This is going to be easy.

My property’s big enough to avoid her for a week. Ignoring the pain, I enter my office through the glass sliding door overlooking a spot of the backyard that is hidden from view from the living room. Even if Erin comes looking for me, I’m pretty sure she won’t be taking a stroll outside through the bushes. They all think I’m useless on crutches, which is why my father and annoying brother, Kellan, keep sending people to look after me. She might be a professional, but she’s just like the rest who think I can’t regain the movement in my leg on my own.

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