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off a lot more badass if she could breathe with his meaty hands squeezing her ribcage. Ray obeyed instantly, carefully returning her to the ground and releasing her. He stepped back and straightened. Cece had to crane her neck to look up at him but even with the height disadvantage she fixed him with a menacing expression.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” The words slid off her tongue with surprising acid. She'd put away all of her hurt feelings at his leaving her behind even when she'd cried and begged but seeing him again brought it all crashing to the forefront of her thoughts. He'd made her feel weak and unworthy, even if it hadn't been his intent. She wasn't going to forgive and forget so easily.
“I came to see you,” Ray replied, smile back on his face as if he didn't see how royally pissed off she was. “I missed that pretty face of yours.” He placed a finger under her chin gently and she snapped her teeth, nearly taking it off.
“After ten years?” She glowered. “You up and vanish for a decade and then come strolling in as if nothing's changed? Dammit, Ray, I don't need this right now. Go away, I have things to do.” She whirled on her heel and stomped off to her desk, fingers gripping the back of the flimsy chair and swinging it around.
“Oh come on, you're not still pissed are you?” He asked, following like a big puppy as she perched on the edge of the seat, wary of his rising level of stupidity and the actions fueled by it.
“What was your first clue?” She snapped, typing furiously at her keyboard even though she'd finished with her reports that morning. He didn't need to know that, and he wasn't moving around the desk again--Thank god.
“I'm sorry about that,” He at least had the intelligence to look chagrined, fingers smoothing the resisting waves at his nape. “I should've called or left you a note or something.”
“Maybe you shouldn't have dipped out when things got complicated.” She replied carefully, keeping her eyes on the monitor.
“Look, I know nothing I say is going to change your mind about what happened,” Ray reached out and circled her wrist with warm fingers. She shivered, heart rate spiking, and glared at him to cover her reaction. “At least let me take you out for dinner tonight. Let me try to make up for it, just this once?”
His big blue eyes fixed her with their most piteous expression and once again she was flashed with the mental image of Ray as a giant puppy dog. A Doberman, maybe. Or a Rottweiler. Something big and fierce-looking but has the sweetest disposition under the growls. She sighed, lids drifting closed. She was going to regret this, but damned if his puppy eyes didn't get to her still.
“Fine. Pick me up at eight then. But if you're going to be late, don't come at all.” She pulled from his grip and he released her after a moment. Bending over her desk, she scribbled the address on a hot pink post-it note. Eyes lifting and fingers wrapped around the sticky paper, she smacked it right on his forehead with a satisfying clap.
“Now go away,” she repeated firmly, putting an extra bolt of annoyance in her tone. His stupid smile was back, blinding as ever. Ray stood, swept her a gallant bow--which looked hilarious at his height, paired with stained leather and hole-pocked blue jeans. If he'd had a bouquet in his hands she would have laughed outright at the picture he made.
she flicked her fingers dismissively, not letting him see the nerves jumbled up inside. He bounded out, long loping steps carrying him right through the entrance, sticky note still shining like a neon sign on his forehead.
Cecilia sighed. He'd always been a bit of a fool.
CHAPTER TWO
“Damn it all, why did I agree to it?” Cecilia cursed at her reflection. It was nearly eight and she was clad only in a pair of matching, lacy lingerie. She'd purchased the black bra and thong set on a whim a few
“What in the hell are you doing here?” The words slid off her tongue with surprising acid. She'd put away all of her hurt feelings at his leaving her behind even when she'd cried and begged but seeing him again brought it all crashing to the forefront of her thoughts. He'd made her feel weak and unworthy, even if it hadn't been his intent. She wasn't going to forgive and forget so easily.
“I came to see you,” Ray replied, smile back on his face as if he didn't see how royally pissed off she was. “I missed that pretty face of yours.” He placed a finger under her chin gently and she snapped her teeth, nearly taking it off.
“After ten years?” She glowered. “You up and vanish for a decade and then come strolling in as if nothing's changed? Dammit, Ray, I don't need this right now. Go away, I have things to do.” She whirled on her heel and stomped off to her desk, fingers gripping the back of the flimsy chair and swinging it around.
“Oh come on, you're not still pissed are you?” He asked, following like a big puppy as she perched on the edge of the seat, wary of his rising level of stupidity and the actions fueled by it.
“What was your first clue?” She snapped, typing furiously at her keyboard even though she'd finished with her reports that morning. He didn't need to know that, and he wasn't moving around the desk again--Thank god.
“I'm sorry about that,” He at least had the intelligence to look chagrined, fingers smoothing the resisting waves at his nape. “I should've called or left you a note or something.”
“Maybe you shouldn't have dipped out when things got complicated.” She replied carefully, keeping her eyes on the monitor.
“Look, I know nothing I say is going to change your mind about what happened,” Ray reached out and circled her wrist with warm fingers. She shivered, heart rate spiking, and glared at him to cover her reaction. “At least let me take you out for dinner tonight. Let me try to make up for it, just this once?”
His big blue eyes fixed her with their most piteous expression and once again she was flashed with the mental image of Ray as a giant puppy dog. A Doberman, maybe. Or a Rottweiler. Something big and fierce-looking but has the sweetest disposition under the growls. She sighed, lids drifting closed. She was going to regret this, but damned if his puppy eyes didn't get to her still.
“Fine. Pick me up at eight then. But if you're going to be late, don't come at all.” She pulled from his grip and he released her after a moment. Bending over her desk, she scribbled the address on a hot pink post-it note. Eyes lifting and fingers wrapped around the sticky paper, she smacked it right on his forehead with a satisfying clap.
“Now go away,” she repeated firmly, putting an extra bolt of annoyance in her tone. His stupid smile was back, blinding as ever. Ray stood, swept her a gallant bow--which looked hilarious at his height, paired with stained leather and hole-pocked blue jeans. If he'd had a bouquet in his hands she would have laughed outright at the picture he made.
she flicked her fingers dismissively, not letting him see the nerves jumbled up inside. He bounded out, long loping steps carrying him right through the entrance, sticky note still shining like a neon sign on his forehead.
Cecilia sighed. He'd always been a bit of a fool.
CHAPTER TWO
“Damn it all, why did I agree to it?” Cecilia cursed at her reflection. It was nearly eight and she was clad only in a pair of matching, lacy lingerie. She'd purchased the black bra and thong set on a whim a few
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