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you’re being any less than a professional, a gentleman, I will ruin you in every way possible.”
“What else are you going to do to me, Masterson? You already took me to the cleaners when you represented my cunt of an ex-wife! Why else do you think I’ve taken this job? No one in New York will hire me, thanks to you, asshole!”
“Just don’t fuck with her and you’ll never have to find out what else I can do,” Kyle replied, in a voice uncannily cool. With that, he turned around, grabbed my hand and we left the theater. I had to practically jog in order to keep up with his long strides. I caught a quick glimpse at Kyle’s face to see he still looked angry, hardened, ready to strike at any minute. We got outside and I pulled on his arm.
“Stop,” I panted, trying to catch my breath. “I’m five feet nothing and it takes four of my strides to equal one of yours!”
His face softened and he came closer to me. “Sorry, Sam, I just can’t stand the idea of you having to work for that sick fuck.”
I looked up at him, feeling overwhelmed by his presence. My adrenaline must have dropped because suddenly I was shaking and when he tucked me into him, his warmth, the safety of his arms, I dissolved into tears. My shoulders bopped up and down as I sobbed into his chest, wetting his nice shirt and probably smearing my makeup all over my face. He wrapped himself tighter around me and rubbed soothing circles on my back, cradling my head close to his cheek while bent over me.
“It’s okay, Samantha. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby. I’m not going to let anybody hurt you. No way.”
I don’t know how long we stood there, but he didn’t rush me and I didn’t really care. Eventually, my crying stopped and my breathing evened out. I wiped my face on his shirt and gazed up at him.
“Sorry ’bout ruining your shirt.”
His eyes twinkled, and he gave me the sweetest smile. “Not too worried about it, honey.”
I nodded, saying nothing, just continued to stare up at him, drinking in his golden beauty.
“You better now?” he asked while using his thumb to wipe some residual tears from under my eyes.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” I swallowed hard. “I don’t even want to think about how much uglier that scene would have been if you hadn’t showed… Why’d you come here?”
He kept me tight in his hold, gazing down at me with such warmth and affection. This wasn’t the player that Jackson had told me about. This was an entirely different side to Kyle, one I could get lost in if I wasn’t careful.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Tried for seven days to stay away, leave you alone. But here I am, so you know how well that went.”
I smiled wide and happy, taking in the deliciousness of the moment. His eyes crinkled in the corners as his boyish grin warmed his handsome face. My heart contracted and I closed my eyes while he placed a chaste kiss on my forehead.
“Do you want me to take you home?”
I looked up at him again, his eyes not giving away anything really, just held this warm glow that felt as if it was meant just for me. I knew right then I didn’t want to walk away from those eyes, this man. I was beyond curious. I was completely intrigued by him and I wanted more than just a fortuitous rescue.
“My sister left today for a conference and won’t be back until tomorrow night. And I don’t feel like being alone tonight.”
His eyes burned into mine, going from warm to scorching in a heartbeat. His hands came up to frame my face, his hot skin immediately warming my windblown cheeks.
“Are you sure about this, Samantha?”
The air I took in was shaky, but my resolve wasn’t. “I’m sure, Kyle. I want you. So much.” Then I lifted myself on my toes and pressed my lips to his. The minute my tongue touched his mouth, his hold on me strengthened, and he groaned deep into my mouth as he opened and took me in. His grip around me tightened, and his lips and tongue demanded
“What else are you going to do to me, Masterson? You already took me to the cleaners when you represented my cunt of an ex-wife! Why else do you think I’ve taken this job? No one in New York will hire me, thanks to you, asshole!”
“Just don’t fuck with her and you’ll never have to find out what else I can do,” Kyle replied, in a voice uncannily cool. With that, he turned around, grabbed my hand and we left the theater. I had to practically jog in order to keep up with his long strides. I caught a quick glimpse at Kyle’s face to see he still looked angry, hardened, ready to strike at any minute. We got outside and I pulled on his arm.
“Stop,” I panted, trying to catch my breath. “I’m five feet nothing and it takes four of my strides to equal one of yours!”
His face softened and he came closer to me. “Sorry, Sam, I just can’t stand the idea of you having to work for that sick fuck.”
I looked up at him, feeling overwhelmed by his presence. My adrenaline must have dropped because suddenly I was shaking and when he tucked me into him, his warmth, the safety of his arms, I dissolved into tears. My shoulders bopped up and down as I sobbed into his chest, wetting his nice shirt and probably smearing my makeup all over my face. He wrapped himself tighter around me and rubbed soothing circles on my back, cradling my head close to his cheek while bent over me.
“It’s okay, Samantha. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby. I’m not going to let anybody hurt you. No way.”
I don’t know how long we stood there, but he didn’t rush me and I didn’t really care. Eventually, my crying stopped and my breathing evened out. I wiped my face on his shirt and gazed up at him.
“Sorry ’bout ruining your shirt.”
His eyes twinkled, and he gave me the sweetest smile. “Not too worried about it, honey.”
I nodded, saying nothing, just continued to stare up at him, drinking in his golden beauty.
“You better now?” he asked while using his thumb to wipe some residual tears from under my eyes.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” I swallowed hard. “I don’t even want to think about how much uglier that scene would have been if you hadn’t showed… Why’d you come here?”
He kept me tight in his hold, gazing down at me with such warmth and affection. This wasn’t the player that Jackson had told me about. This was an entirely different side to Kyle, one I could get lost in if I wasn’t careful.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Tried for seven days to stay away, leave you alone. But here I am, so you know how well that went.”
I smiled wide and happy, taking in the deliciousness of the moment. His eyes crinkled in the corners as his boyish grin warmed his handsome face. My heart contracted and I closed my eyes while he placed a chaste kiss on my forehead.
“Do you want me to take you home?”
I looked up at him again, his eyes not giving away anything really, just held this warm glow that felt as if it was meant just for me. I knew right then I didn’t want to walk away from those eyes, this man. I was beyond curious. I was completely intrigued by him and I wanted more than just a fortuitous rescue.
“My sister left today for a conference and won’t be back until tomorrow night. And I don’t feel like being alone tonight.”
His eyes burned into mine, going from warm to scorching in a heartbeat. His hands came up to frame my face, his hot skin immediately warming my windblown cheeks.
“Are you sure about this, Samantha?”
The air I took in was shaky, but my resolve wasn’t. “I’m sure, Kyle. I want you. So much.” Then I lifted myself on my toes and pressed my lips to his. The minute my tongue touched his mouth, his hold on me strengthened, and he groaned deep into my mouth as he opened and took me in. His grip around me tightened, and his lips and tongue demanded
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