I straighten my spine and clear my throat. “You need to leave.”
Beau’s whole demeanor instantly changes, his countenance becoming dark and frightening. I shiver and take a step back, prepared to run. His steel-blue gaze connects with mine, holding me in a trance. Something dangerous lurks beneath the glossy depths. This man could break every bone in my body if he wanted to. He places his hands flat on the island and leans forward.
“We’re not doing this.” Beau’s demanding, vibrating tone clenches my pussy.
“I completely agree.” I cross my arms. “So go.”
“No.” He crosses his arms, mimicking my action. “Sit your ass down and eat.”
“You’re trespassing—”
“Either eat this food or I eat your pussy.”
“Look, what happened was obviously a mistake.” I lick my lips and take another step back. “You’re a manwhore, and you… you coerced me.”
He flies from around the island and crowds me against the refrigerator. “You let a manwhore fuck and come inside you at least a dozen times, so what does that make you?”
Stupid. Easy. Desperate.
“Leave.”
“I bet she’s ready for me again.” Beau shoves a hand into my panties and pushes into my tender passage.
I whimper, clasping onto his arm. He pulls free and shows me his glistening fingers.
“Yeah, she’s ready,” he states, then sucks both digits clean.
“I thought you fucked ‘em then dumped ‘em,” I murmur.
“I’m not getting any younger,” Beau says, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s time for me to find someone to settle down with.”
“Yeah, and I’m a long-lost billionaire heiress twice removed.” I scoff.
He chuckles. “I like you. Wealldo.”
I narrow my eyes, not buying his “new age, new me” spiel for one second. “None of you know the first thing about me.”
My pussy may be stupid, but I’m not.
“Well, for starters, you’re gorgeous, independent, strong-willed, and sassy as hell,” Beau says, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’re passionate about volunteering and helping people. You like to sit on your porch and watch the midnight sun, and two little creases form right here”—he touches between my eyebrows—“when you’re thinking too hard. See, you haven’t been the only one watching and listening.”
“It would never work,” I state, steeling my resolve. “Please leave.”
Beau brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “We aren’t patient men.”
With that, he saunters from the kitchen then out of the front door. I can read between the lines. Beau is only granting me a temporary reprieve. The Wilder men have me in their sights and they won’t stop until they divide and conquer.
Beau came banging on my front door two days in a row and I hid like the coward that I am. The man is freaking relentless in his pursuit, but he’s being patient for now. If you can call banging on my door for fifteen minutes straight being patient. I’m surprised the cops didn’t show up. He could’ve kicked down my door if he wanted to. Thank goodness he didn’t because I would’ve happily spread my legs for him. I’m in way over my head. The Wilder men are intimidating as hell and their sex appeal is off the charts. Beau is a force to be reckoned with all on his own. I can’t handle them together, even if they are telling the truth about wanting me. I’m not ready to date one man, let alone three. I’m still jilted from my ex dumping me without an explanation.
I turn into the parking lot of my destination and back into the first available space.New Beginnings Memorial Church.I’m not an official member of the congregation, but I’ve been to Sunday service a few times. Since school is out for the summer, I volunteer here a couple days a week, serving lunch to the town’s displaced residents. Beau was right about my penchant for community service. In fact, all of his observations about me were spot on. I exit my car and head towards the entrance.
“Eve.” Vickie, a weekly regular, waves at me in greeting.
“How are you?” We kiss on the cheek and embrace each other in a quick hug.
“I’m good.” She beams. “We’re moving into our new apartment next month.”
“Congratulations, I’m so happy for you.”
