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fist.
He was already walking away. As she followed, a sense of anticlimax prodded at her. But really, what had she expected: a declaration of true love? No, she didn’t expect or want that. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, or why her eyes were prickling.
Get a grip.
He glanced back over his shoulder, a look of irritation on his face, as though he couldn’t wait to get out of there, and she hurried to catch up. Taking the lead, she led him back to the gate they had come through. It was locked now, and she pulled the key from her purse and fumbled a little as she opened it. He followed her through. She locked the gate behind her, then traipsed after him to his car.
He was already opening the door, but he turned to face her. “I’ll wait until you’re safe inside,” he said, nodding toward the house.
What a gentleman .
So he was going, just like that. Maybe it was for the best. But her eyes felt tight and she blinked.
She shrugged away the feeling until she was alone and could analyze it without fear of embarrassing herself. Instead, she gave him a quick nod and headed for the gate at the back of her garden. She turned before she opened it.
“Thank you,” she said politely. “That was…nice.” She didn’t wait for an answer, just slipped inside and didn’t look back. The car door slammed as she was halfway across the yard.
Ten minutes later, as she drifted off to sleep, it occurred to her that an annulment was no longer an option.
…
It was only eight in the morning when Josh pulled up outside the house. But he wanted this over with.
Had she played him?
When he’d left her, he’d been totally aware that he’d acted like a jerk, that he should have been…nicer, said something complimentary. He’d been so busy beating himself up that it hadn’t occurred to him until he was halfway home that now, thanks to his disobedient dick—he’d told it to stay in his pants—an easy annulment wasn’t an option.
Had that been her intention all along?
He’d talked to his lawyer that morning, and a quickie divorce was now his best bet. But it would mean neither party disputing it.
Had she taken advantage of a vulnerable man desperate for sex? Any sex. Except it hadn’t been any sex. It might have been awhile, but still he reckoned it was the best sex he’d ever had. God, but she’d felt good. Hot and wet and tight around him. He shifted in the seat, just the memory having the power to drain the blood from his brain to his dick.
And he needed his brain for the coming conversation.
He remembered the moment she’d tripped in those ridiculous heels. Had she fallen on purpose? But played or not, there was going to be no repeat performance, and his dick would have to accept that.
He hadn’t taken much notice of the house the night before, his attention all on Lexi. The road was wide, and the buildings all detached, with big gardens so they stood well back from the street. In an affluent part of the city, close to Hampstead Heath, this place must be worth millions.
But the actual house gave off an air of unkemptness. The wrought iron gates were in need of painting. They were shut, but through them he could make out a badly maintained garden, the lawn overgrown, huge rhododendron bushes overhanging the drive and obscuring the house from his view. Last night she’d said she had a gardener—the man was doing a crap job.
A squeal rang out and a child raced into view, followed by a dog—a three-legged dog, who didn’t seem at all hampered by his disability. They disappeared from sight and Josh frowned, checked the address one more time. Could the child be Lexi’s? Then he realized that he was too old; he must have been eight, at least.
The gate opened when he pushed, and he stepped inside and closed it behind him. Toys littered the lawn, and a swing and slide set stood by the perimeter wall. The house was beautiful. The clean square lines appealed to him, but like the garden it was in definite need of
He was already walking away. As she followed, a sense of anticlimax prodded at her. But really, what had she expected: a declaration of true love? No, she didn’t expect or want that. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, or why her eyes were prickling.
Get a grip.
He glanced back over his shoulder, a look of irritation on his face, as though he couldn’t wait to get out of there, and she hurried to catch up. Taking the lead, she led him back to the gate they had come through. It was locked now, and she pulled the key from her purse and fumbled a little as she opened it. He followed her through. She locked the gate behind her, then traipsed after him to his car.
He was already opening the door, but he turned to face her. “I’ll wait until you’re safe inside,” he said, nodding toward the house.
What a gentleman .
So he was going, just like that. Maybe it was for the best. But her eyes felt tight and she blinked.
She shrugged away the feeling until she was alone and could analyze it without fear of embarrassing herself. Instead, she gave him a quick nod and headed for the gate at the back of her garden. She turned before she opened it.
“Thank you,” she said politely. “That was…nice.” She didn’t wait for an answer, just slipped inside and didn’t look back. The car door slammed as she was halfway across the yard.
Ten minutes later, as she drifted off to sleep, it occurred to her that an annulment was no longer an option.
…
It was only eight in the morning when Josh pulled up outside the house. But he wanted this over with.
Had she played him?
When he’d left her, he’d been totally aware that he’d acted like a jerk, that he should have been…nicer, said something complimentary. He’d been so busy beating himself up that it hadn’t occurred to him until he was halfway home that now, thanks to his disobedient dick—he’d told it to stay in his pants—an easy annulment wasn’t an option.
Had that been her intention all along?
He’d talked to his lawyer that morning, and a quickie divorce was now his best bet. But it would mean neither party disputing it.
Had she taken advantage of a vulnerable man desperate for sex? Any sex. Except it hadn’t been any sex. It might have been awhile, but still he reckoned it was the best sex he’d ever had. God, but she’d felt good. Hot and wet and tight around him. He shifted in the seat, just the memory having the power to drain the blood from his brain to his dick.
And he needed his brain for the coming conversation.
He remembered the moment she’d tripped in those ridiculous heels. Had she fallen on purpose? But played or not, there was going to be no repeat performance, and his dick would have to accept that.
He hadn’t taken much notice of the house the night before, his attention all on Lexi. The road was wide, and the buildings all detached, with big gardens so they stood well back from the street. In an affluent part of the city, close to Hampstead Heath, this place must be worth millions.
But the actual house gave off an air of unkemptness. The wrought iron gates were in need of painting. They were shut, but through them he could make out a badly maintained garden, the lawn overgrown, huge rhododendron bushes overhanging the drive and obscuring the house from his view. Last night she’d said she had a gardener—the man was doing a crap job.
A squeal rang out and a child raced into view, followed by a dog—a three-legged dog, who didn’t seem at all hampered by his disability. They disappeared from sight and Josh frowned, checked the address one more time. Could the child be Lexi’s? Then he realized that he was too old; he must have been eight, at least.
The gate opened when he pushed, and he stepped inside and closed it behind him. Toys littered the lawn, and a swing and slide set stood by the perimeter wall. The house was beautiful. The clean square lines appealed to him, but like the garden it was in definite need of
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