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control herself around him.
“Come on, Kim.” He touched her hand and a jolt ran through her over the brief contact between them. “A couple of drinks and I'll tell you everything you want to know about me.”
She nodded, not stopping to think because she knew if she did then she'd say no again. She wanted to go out with him, wanted to sit across a little table, or beside him at a bar, and listen to him talking all night long. Was that too much to ask? He'd practically promised that no one would see them. She trusted him.
“Give me your address,” he said.
She froze, her sense battling her heart again.
“What for?” she said in a shaky voice.
He gave her an incredulous look. “So I can pick you up of course.”
“Maybe this isn't such a good idea.” She cringed as she said it, not wanting to upset him but knowing she had when his expression clouded.
“You already agreed,” he said in a flat voice that clearly expressed his displeasure.
“I know, but...”
“Why are you always fighting me? Don't fight me, Kim. Just say yes and I promise no one will see you.” He touched her hand again, fingers lightly caressing it, coaxing and convincing her.
What he'd said struck her hard. He kept telling her not to fight him. Dream Erik told her that too. She remembered it.
She stared down at his hand where it was still resting against hers. He wasn't going to sprout fur and purr. He wasn't. The real Erik and the dream one weren't one and the same.
But how did he keep saying things she'd heard in her dreams?
Maybe she hadn't heard him say that in her fantasies. Maybe her memories were hazy enough that things he'd said to her in real life were blurring with them. When she'd dropped the files, he'd told her not to fight him. It was probably that time she was remembering, not a time in her dreams.
She stared into his eyes. He was waiting for an answer, his look a little eager and hopeful. For once, she was going to do what she wanted. He'd promised her now. No one would see her. Besides, it wasn't everyday she had a drop dead gorgeous man practically begging her to go out with him. She'd be a complete idiot to turn him down and spend another night in alone.
She nodded.
He grinned.
She wondered what he was doing when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a mobile phone. He pressed a few buttons and then handed it to her.
“Write it down,” he said quickly, as though he feared she'd change her mind again if he took too long.
She did. Carefully entering her address into the note he'd opened, she checked it was all right and then added her mobile number to the bottom.
She'd never given a guy her number before.
She felt a little giddy.
Handing it back, she smiled at him as he checked it and then looked at her. She hoped he wouldn't mention the number. It was impulse making her do it. She told herself that it wasn't impulse. It was just in case he was late or got lost. It had absolutely nothing to do with some futile hope that he'd call her out of the blue for no reason other than to hear her voice.
“Nine pm sharp,” he said, standing.
She stared at his backside as he dusted bits of dried grass off it. “Uh huh.”
A flash of a smile in her direction and he was running off into the distance.
She sighed and flopped back onto the grass, staring unseeingly at the sky above.
What had she been thinking? Was she hoping it would turn out like her fantasies? She was crazy. He was just a man that matched her dream guy a little. That was all. Now she'd gone and made him the dream guy. The voice at the back of her head said that he was damn persistent about going out though.
She smiled at the sky.
Maybe he did like her.
CHAPTER 8
I t was stiflingly hot. The gentle breeze blowing in through the window did nothing to cool the room. Erik lay on his back with his eyes squeezed shut as Kim ran short nails over his chest. He growled, urging her on. She giggled, a light sound in his hazy lust-addled
“Come on, Kim.” He touched her hand and a jolt ran through her over the brief contact between them. “A couple of drinks and I'll tell you everything you want to know about me.”
She nodded, not stopping to think because she knew if she did then she'd say no again. She wanted to go out with him, wanted to sit across a little table, or beside him at a bar, and listen to him talking all night long. Was that too much to ask? He'd practically promised that no one would see them. She trusted him.
“Give me your address,” he said.
She froze, her sense battling her heart again.
“What for?” she said in a shaky voice.
He gave her an incredulous look. “So I can pick you up of course.”
“Maybe this isn't such a good idea.” She cringed as she said it, not wanting to upset him but knowing she had when his expression clouded.
“You already agreed,” he said in a flat voice that clearly expressed his displeasure.
“I know, but...”
“Why are you always fighting me? Don't fight me, Kim. Just say yes and I promise no one will see you.” He touched her hand again, fingers lightly caressing it, coaxing and convincing her.
What he'd said struck her hard. He kept telling her not to fight him. Dream Erik told her that too. She remembered it.
She stared down at his hand where it was still resting against hers. He wasn't going to sprout fur and purr. He wasn't. The real Erik and the dream one weren't one and the same.
But how did he keep saying things she'd heard in her dreams?
Maybe she hadn't heard him say that in her fantasies. Maybe her memories were hazy enough that things he'd said to her in real life were blurring with them. When she'd dropped the files, he'd told her not to fight him. It was probably that time she was remembering, not a time in her dreams.
She stared into his eyes. He was waiting for an answer, his look a little eager and hopeful. For once, she was going to do what she wanted. He'd promised her now. No one would see her. Besides, it wasn't everyday she had a drop dead gorgeous man practically begging her to go out with him. She'd be a complete idiot to turn him down and spend another night in alone.
She nodded.
He grinned.
She wondered what he was doing when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a mobile phone. He pressed a few buttons and then handed it to her.
“Write it down,” he said quickly, as though he feared she'd change her mind again if he took too long.
She did. Carefully entering her address into the note he'd opened, she checked it was all right and then added her mobile number to the bottom.
She'd never given a guy her number before.
She felt a little giddy.
Handing it back, she smiled at him as he checked it and then looked at her. She hoped he wouldn't mention the number. It was impulse making her do it. She told herself that it wasn't impulse. It was just in case he was late or got lost. It had absolutely nothing to do with some futile hope that he'd call her out of the blue for no reason other than to hear her voice.
“Nine pm sharp,” he said, standing.
She stared at his backside as he dusted bits of dried grass off it. “Uh huh.”
A flash of a smile in her direction and he was running off into the distance.
She sighed and flopped back onto the grass, staring unseeingly at the sky above.
What had she been thinking? Was she hoping it would turn out like her fantasies? She was crazy. He was just a man that matched her dream guy a little. That was all. Now she'd gone and made him the dream guy. The voice at the back of her head said that he was damn persistent about going out though.
She smiled at the sky.
Maybe he did like her.
CHAPTER 8
I t was stiflingly hot. The gentle breeze blowing in through the window did nothing to cool the room. Erik lay on his back with his eyes squeezed shut as Kim ran short nails over his chest. He growled, urging her on. She giggled, a light sound in his hazy lust-addled
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