Page 10 of Heat Stroke

She literally has no idea.

I see her eyes harden as she looks at me. Her eyes start to storm as she says with heat, “No, that’s an ‘if you were the last man on the entire planet and the fate of the human race depended on you and I getting together’, I’d become a lesbian!”

Is that right?!

No, sweetheart. Women aren’t for you, Wren.

I think you’re just as affected as I am and that scares the shit out of you.

That’s ok though. I can be a patient man.

I’m not going to push you. Not today.

When we get together… it’ll be because you can’t deny that you want me.

I’ll wait until then…

I know you’ll be worth it.

I stare at her for what seems like hours, and then, I grin. The urge to rub my scruff is strong, but my hands are going numb and I don’t want to drop my crew’s lunch. Jerking my chin down, I nod causing my aviators to fall back over my eyes. My hair falls forward and I feel it tickle the shaved sides of my head.

Her eyes flit over my face and I see her inhale deeply. My lips twist. “Is that right, Wren?”

She nods harshly in quick agreement.

Smiling again, I reply, “Then, I guess I have my work cut out for me if I’m going to change your mind… I can’t have you becoming a lesbian. What a sad day that would be.”

She gasps as her jaw falls open.

Wren

What?! No, don’twork at me, Blaze. Just take the hit and walk away.

Let it go…

Be fucking Elsa!

I cannot handle you if you’re actually nice to me…

Blaze nods again, causing his sunglasses to slide down the bridge of his nose, exposing his eyes. He winks and throatily says, “I’ll see you later,Wren…” His voice is so husky, I physically respond to him. My stomach is doing somersaults and my thighs are tightening under the scratchy denim. “After all, it’s a small town and… well, I’m getting that dinner. To start with…”

Turning on his heel, he strolls away, before stopping and glancing at me over his shoulder. “Have a nice day, Wren.”

I stand there, too startled to move. And, completely unable to look away from his backside. His dirty blond hair is swinging in the hot breeze. His neck and shoulders are broad and strong. The tightness of his t-shirt showcases that. His tattoo is reflecting the sunlight. And, his jeans are molded to his amazing ass and thick thighs. He walks with purpose. Assurance.

I think he meant what he said…

He’s getting that dinner… to start with…

All I can think is…Oh, I’m shook.

I’m so shook.

Oh, my damn. Blaze is back and he’s blazing a fucking trail alright… straight to my pulsing lady garden.

Son of a bitch!

I don’t want to want him, but I can’t deny that everything in me reacts to Blaze on many levels.

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