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out?” he assesses.
“This one guy last night, yes.” I gaze at him quizzically. “What’s with the third degree, Hayes?” I challenge.
“I want to figure you out, Sullivan.” He runs his hand through his hair, making it a disheveled sexy. Wow. Green eyes scorch through me and I suddenly feel naked.
Pulling the hem of my sweatshirt down to my knees, I thank God for the rattle of the cover of the boiling pot. I head to the kitchen, uncover the pot and empty the two boxes of macaroni into it. I stir the contents to ensure the spirals don’t stick to the bottom.
The wooden spoon shakes in my hand as I feel Ben’s presence behind me. His breathing so fierce, I can feel the hot, harsh breath at the nape of my neck. It sends chills down my spine and fills my body with want, but I clutch the spoon tighter to keep my composure.
N ot paying attention, I yelp in surprise as the pot singes my index finger. I back into him and he spins me around, taking my finger to his lips and planting a rather soothing kiss to the burn. I wrench my big brown eyes to his striking green, and I almost melt under his gaze and touch.
I slowly slip my hands from his and I sigh. “What do you want from me , Ben?”
“I just want you.” He cages me in his intense gaze.
“Ben, you don’t want me. You want a Barbie doll: someone who looks good on your arm, someone who can represent you and what you stand for. I’m not that woman. I’m bad news for you, Ben,” I contend.
He doesn’t want my kind of trouble. He doesn’t even know me – the real me – for God’s sake and he’s talking about having a relationship with me. Well, neither did Jared, but that’s beside the point.
“Fuck that idealistic bullshit, Sullivan. Jesus, you’ve got me by the balls here.” He rakes his hand through his beautiful hair once more, frustrated. “Feel this.” He jerks my hand down to his erection. “We’re not even talking about sex and look what you’re doing to me.”
I swallow hard, shaking my head. He doesn’t know what he’d be getting into dating me. I’d just fall into the same old rhythm. I’d play him like a fiddle and take his money as he falls to my charm. It had been so easy with other rich men, but something about him is different. I strangely have no desire to treat him that way. He is worth much more than that and deserves a woman who would give that something more to him. That woman is just not me.
“That’s just sex, Ben. Unbridled passion.”
“But passion nonetheless. What is passion if not unbridled?” he insists.
I turn away fro m him and switch the stove off.
“What are you afraid of?” His voice is soft, cajoling me to face him. I do.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” My voice is almost a whisper. Why do I feel like crying? Man up, woman!
“Let me worry about that,” he soothes, cupping my chin and kissing me on the nose. “Go finish the Mac and cheese so we can eat. I’m starving.” His lips curve into a devilish smile. I sense his double entendre and smile.
But, this discussion is far from over. He might think that he’s got me, but I will turn down his advances. I can’t hurt him and I know I will.
CHAPTER 7
As we sit facing each other eating hot macaroni and cheese, I can’t help but wonder if Rachel is ok ay. I pick up my cell phone and dial her number. I long to hear her voice and I have to admit, I’m a little worried about her. I sent her away with a man I don’t trust…for a countryside drive. That sounds like the premise for one of those slasher films. Her voicemail comes on and a frisson of unease comes over me. Lord, please let her be okay.
“Hey Rae. How are ya? It’s not like you not to answer; although that could mean…” I trail off thinking that her having sex is a plausible reason as to why she hasn’t answered her cell and I relax a little. “I’m here having mac and cheese and thinking about you. I miss you, babe. I hope you’re okay. See you soon.” I
“This one guy last night, yes.” I gaze at him quizzically. “What’s with the third degree, Hayes?” I challenge.
“I want to figure you out, Sullivan.” He runs his hand through his hair, making it a disheveled sexy. Wow. Green eyes scorch through me and I suddenly feel naked.
Pulling the hem of my sweatshirt down to my knees, I thank God for the rattle of the cover of the boiling pot. I head to the kitchen, uncover the pot and empty the two boxes of macaroni into it. I stir the contents to ensure the spirals don’t stick to the bottom.
The wooden spoon shakes in my hand as I feel Ben’s presence behind me. His breathing so fierce, I can feel the hot, harsh breath at the nape of my neck. It sends chills down my spine and fills my body with want, but I clutch the spoon tighter to keep my composure.
N ot paying attention, I yelp in surprise as the pot singes my index finger. I back into him and he spins me around, taking my finger to his lips and planting a rather soothing kiss to the burn. I wrench my big brown eyes to his striking green, and I almost melt under his gaze and touch.
I slowly slip my hands from his and I sigh. “What do you want from me , Ben?”
“I just want you.” He cages me in his intense gaze.
“Ben, you don’t want me. You want a Barbie doll: someone who looks good on your arm, someone who can represent you and what you stand for. I’m not that woman. I’m bad news for you, Ben,” I contend.
He doesn’t want my kind of trouble. He doesn’t even know me – the real me – for God’s sake and he’s talking about having a relationship with me. Well, neither did Jared, but that’s beside the point.
“Fuck that idealistic bullshit, Sullivan. Jesus, you’ve got me by the balls here.” He rakes his hand through his beautiful hair once more, frustrated. “Feel this.” He jerks my hand down to his erection. “We’re not even talking about sex and look what you’re doing to me.”
I swallow hard, shaking my head. He doesn’t know what he’d be getting into dating me. I’d just fall into the same old rhythm. I’d play him like a fiddle and take his money as he falls to my charm. It had been so easy with other rich men, but something about him is different. I strangely have no desire to treat him that way. He is worth much more than that and deserves a woman who would give that something more to him. That woman is just not me.
“That’s just sex, Ben. Unbridled passion.”
“But passion nonetheless. What is passion if not unbridled?” he insists.
I turn away fro m him and switch the stove off.
“What are you afraid of?” His voice is soft, cajoling me to face him. I do.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” My voice is almost a whisper. Why do I feel like crying? Man up, woman!
“Let me worry about that,” he soothes, cupping my chin and kissing me on the nose. “Go finish the Mac and cheese so we can eat. I’m starving.” His lips curve into a devilish smile. I sense his double entendre and smile.
But, this discussion is far from over. He might think that he’s got me, but I will turn down his advances. I can’t hurt him and I know I will.
CHAPTER 7
As we sit facing each other eating hot macaroni and cheese, I can’t help but wonder if Rachel is ok ay. I pick up my cell phone and dial her number. I long to hear her voice and I have to admit, I’m a little worried about her. I sent her away with a man I don’t trust…for a countryside drive. That sounds like the premise for one of those slasher films. Her voicemail comes on and a frisson of unease comes over me. Lord, please let her be okay.
“Hey Rae. How are ya? It’s not like you not to answer; although that could mean…” I trail off thinking that her having sex is a plausible reason as to why she hasn’t answered her cell and I relax a little. “I’m here having mac and cheese and thinking about you. I miss you, babe. I hope you’re okay. See you soon.” I
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