Page 50 of Dark Obsession
Chapter 17
Nate
I'd said too much the last time I saw her, but I couldn't help myself. The minute she admitted to somehow falling in love with me over the last year... all bets were off. Not that I'd honestly considered taking her life. I hadn't. I couldn't. I'd rather have taken my own.
The bundle of flowers in my hand felt awkward. I'd never bought a woman flowers. Never even picked a fucking flower and handed it to someone.
"Ugh. What am I doing?" I ran my fingers through my hair and continued to pound the pavement by her car. If Ashley saw me outside the coffee shop with flowers in my hand, all hell would break loose.
Or would it?
The nasty bitch wanted me to court Jenna. To woo her and bring her to love me so that we could get married. As disturbing as it was, I wanted that too, but for very different reasons. I didn't want the money stacked behind her name that I might eventually get ahold of in years to come.
I wanted to wake up next to her in the morning, to kiss her soft skin and make her moan every night. To buy her flowers. Make her breakfast.
Glancing around, I found a trash can and realized I had to run. She would lose her life because of me, and where that would have been perfectly acceptable with anyone else, it wasn't with her. Not my girl.
Not my Jenna.
"Hey. Are those for me?" Her voice was soft, unsure.
"Naw... these?" I lifted them in the air and shrugged. "I stole them off some kid down the street missing a leg and a few fingers. No big deal."
She laughed and walked toward me, reaching for them as her eyes lit up.
I was so fucked by this girl.
"You don't seem like the kind of guy to hurt a little boy." She reached up and wrapped her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down toward her.
I pulled her in tightly and leaned in, kissing her deeply as I rubbed my hands down her sides to her hips. "This is what flowers get me?"
"No," she whispered and pulled back, locking eyes with me. Fear swam through the center of my stomach. I would have to run. Now, goddamnit. Now. "Flowers get you a blow job."
I swallowed hard. "I kinda like the way you handle a dick."
"Your dick." She leaned in for another soft kiss, teasing me a little as her tongue moved across my lips.
I growled low in my chest and tightened my grip on her. "Watch where you step, princess. It's been two days, and a man like me doesn't put up with too much teasing before I take what I want."
"And what is it that you want, Nate?" Her sexy attitude had me wanting to toss the flowers and take her back to my place for an all-night fuck-fest, but it would only bind me tighter to her.
"To spend the afternoon with you." I nipped at her lips and moved back. The air never tasted sweeter as I pulled it deep into my lungs. She had too much power over me.
It was fucking intoxicating.
I should have asked about her brother in someoffway, but I figured she would bring him up eventually. Maybe not. Seemed weird that she would keep something so personal away from me, but the possibility existed that I wasn't the only one playing games.
Highly unlikely, but who knew for sure.
"And where do you want to go." She pressed her face into the flowers and breathed in deeply.
"How about Central Park? It feels too good out here today to spend the rest of the afternoon inside." I reached for her hand and walked us toward my bike. "Or we could go for a ride up north?"
"How about both?" She smelled the flowers again before tossing them in the dumpster beside my bike.
I lifted my eyebrow sharply and snorted. "Does that mean you don't like flowers?"
"Not at all. I'm not going anywhere that I could put them into water. The gesture was sweet, and the message was clear. I love it. That's what you wanted when you bought them, right?"
