“As I said, Tilly will come get us.”
When she rose to her feet, so did I. I moved in front, so she’d be forced to look at me directly. “Are you afraid of me, Ms. Samuels?”
While her body language suggested otherwise, she was still cautious and I couldn’t blame her. There truly were thousands of crazies in the world. “Do I need to be?”
“Many in this town would tell you yes, but if I was dangerous, why would I have returned bringing you coffee and checking on Indiana’s condition?”
“There were dozens of serial killers who did completely normal things, including living a fairytale life, loved by all those who knew them only to be monsters behind locked doors while lurking in the shadows.”
“Wow. You’re right. But if I was a serial killer, why would I allow all these people to see the two of us together?”
Damn it if she didn’t bite her lower lip this time. The woman was killing me. “You have a decent point, but since I can tell you’re very cunning, I wouldn’t put anything past you.”
How could I not grin when I had a woman standing in front of me in day-old running clothes with slightly mussed hair that I wanted to fist while driving my cock into her tight pussy? Even after a long, no doubt sleepless night, she was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’d ever set my eyes on.
So here I was, taking her twisted verbal bantering, egging it on and hoping for more. I had no problem taking her home, no matter where it was, even if it meant missing an appointment and the joy obtained from my brand of interrogation.
Just to spend a little more time with her.
She looked away, debating what to say and I happened to notice we had an audience. Four women were quite eager to hear her answer.
“I promise you that I won’t bite. That is unless you ask me to.”
For that outrageous comment I was afforded a warm blush spreading across her jaw in a sweet, silent sweep. “I assure you I won’t.”
“There’s something you will need to learn about me. I never take no for an answer. I will be taking you home.”
“Wow. Such absolute arrogance. I bet you were a bully as a little boy.”
Her biting comment had the kind of fire that continually aroused me. “You might be surprised. That doesn’t change the fact I’ll be your chariot ride home.”
Her grin was slow to spread across her face, the final product full of angry mischief.
“Alright. If you need to clear your conscience so you can go about the rest of your life without guilt, then fine. You can take me home.”
Why did I feel as if my decision would come back to haunt me?
At least the excuse was in play. If she passed it, she would live a long and healthy life. I wasn’t ready to think about the alternative.
And why did I know myself well enough to realize that taking her home wouldn’t be nearly enough.
I’d need much more.
CHAPTER 4
Josette
Expectations.
I’d learned to lower them for all those around me. That way I’d never be disappointed. Maybe that’s why I was having such a difficult time figuring out the mystery man.
The handsome hunk wrapped in pure sin was obviously someone of importance. I’d even heard a couple of the girls at the veterinary’s office talking about him being some kind of celebrity. While I had to admit he did look vaguely familiar, I wasn’t into the New Orleans social scene and other than the social media pages for my business, I was rarely on any of them and had no personal accounts.
It was safer that way.
Because I was such a cautious person, I wasn’t certain why I’d dared allow this man into my personal space, especially with learning my address. It was risky at best. Maybe because he’d shown up so unexpectedly, checking on Indiana.
“Did you finish your project?” I asked, also reminding myself about the noise from the night before.
