“Wow.” The word floated from my lips easily, a nervous laugh following when I turned on the water. When I glanced into themirror, I realized the humidity had done me no favors. Forced to look somewhat presentable for court, the simple black dress looked as if I’d been prepared to go to a funeral.
Ugh. What a terrible choice, especially since the material was clinging to every curve as if the designer had sewed the dress around my body. No wonder the powerful, relentlessly dangerous and addictive man had continued to sweep his gaze down to my open-toed sandals.
Saying I looked rode hard and put away wet wasn’t far from the truth. At least my hair didn’t look too bad. Chuckling, I leaned over, splashing water in my face.
Then I felt a presence. Had I not locked the door behind me? I slowly lifted my head.
There he was.
Larger than life.
His eyes pinned on me, the same smile yet even more devilish.
“What’s wrong? Was I gone too long?”
“Yes, you were. Plus, there’s the issue with you stealing my car.”
“Stealing is such a harsh word.”
“Evidently not for you.”
As he unfastened his belt, I debated flinging open the door. If I were to be honest with myself, that’s exactly what I should do.
What I needed to do to keep some distance between us.
Yet my mind and body weren’t in sync. How did I know that?
Because instead of running, I shifted away from the sink.
And locked the door.
CHAPTER 22
Christian
Challenging.
Infuriating.
Exciting.
There were a solid two dozen adjectives I could use regarding Vanessa. Every time I thought she was zigging one way, which was something I could control, she zagged another.
I had a feeling that’s why she was so successful in business. She could adapt to anything like a chameleon. I’d seen her at her most vulnerable. The obvious suffering she’d endured while sitting through the court proceedings had been gut-wrenching. She’d held herself together, listening to everything and taking notes. I suspected she would have interjected if the attorney had made a mistake.
Thankfully, he hadn’t.
I’d seen the heartache on her face after dropping Donovan off. While he was a few years older, it was obvious she’d been a mother figure for years.
The playful side so soon after dropping him off had indicated she’d needed a release. Of course the champagne and seafood had helped, the beautiful surroundings by the ocean allowing her a moment of peace.
And now?
Well, now she was pure vixen, both her body and mind meant for sin.
I was just the man she needed to make her forget about everything bothering her. As I studied her face in the mirror, I was beginning to wonder whether she had placed a spell on me. I’d never felt so entirely out of my element as I did when around her. I’d also never experienced having my cock stay fully aroused for so long.
She watched me, her eyes open as wide as possible. There was a little debate going on in the big brain of hers as to whether she should allow this to happen.
