Page 15 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

Eh, well, it’s tweakable.

I had been keeping my eyes out my own window mostly because I felt like I kept stealing glances at Axel on the drive home and I didn’t want things to become awkward. But I had this overwhelming desire to look at him… I had to yawn and I stretched as I did, quickly stealing another glance.

Man, he really was a good-looking guy. He had these perfect blue eyes, bulging muscles, and he kept running his hands through his blond hair. He was pale but artfully dressed, though it was really difficult to focus on anything aside from the way his muscles flexed under that tailored shirt. He was the picture of perfection.

Hell, forget writing about him for my next book… he could just as easily be the cover model.

I couldn’t help but smile to myself at the irony of the situation. To think, he was the one that owned a sex club but was a perfect gentleman. I, on the other hand, the judger of sex clubs, was getting all hot and heavy for him as I sat in his Maserati.

I could honestly say I had never felt this way before. I mean, yes, I’d been turned on before… but not like this.

Not by just being near a hot guy.

But he wasn’t just hot. He was like a damn Greek god.

It was taking everything I had to steel myself, to keep myself from leaning over in my seat and reaching out to touch him.

Hopefully he couldn’t tell how much it was affecting me to be this close to him. I clasped my hands together in my lap and reminded myself to stop looking over at him.

Keep yourself together, Harlow.

You cannot flirt with this guy. You hardly know him.

That’s not a thing you do. You didn’t even want to come to this club tonight because it was a hook-up spot.

Now you’re fantasizing about hooking up with one of the owners?

Get.

A.

Grip.

Too bad getting a grip was so much easier said than done.

I leaned back in my seat and tried to keep my focus on my breathing. That was all I had to do—keep taking deep breaths. I could get through the drive.

Right?

Yes, I could. I could.

I had to.

“Left turn here, right?” He broke through my thoughts with that deep, warm voice and award-winning smile.

“Yes,” I nodded hurriedly, then cleared my throat. Be calm. Collected. “Um, yeah, that’s right.”

We were almost home. Hopefully he didn’t have many more questions about directions because my breath seemed to hitch every time he spoke.

The next few minutes stretched out like an absolute eternity, but we thankfully pulled up in front of my house without any incidents. With his expensive clothes and flashy car, Axel probably thought my house looked awfully plain with its light blue siding and white trim.

Cute, for sure, but no doubt very quaint compared to what he was used to.

“Okay, thank you.” I nodded quickly as I began to push the door open, stumbling over my words as I tried to move and unfasten my seatbelt all at the same time. “I, um, really appreciate it.”

“Wait, I’ll walk you up,” he said, already out of the car and walking over to my side.

My heartbeat quickened and I felt my face heat up as he took my hand and helped me out of the seat. “Okay, sure.”

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