Apt choice of words, because when he finds out what my hang-ups are, I can guarantee he’ll go running. Just like the one before him. The ghost of my past.
“Why don't we just end it here?” I try to persuade him. “You tracked me down. You found out my story. Case closed. Go your way and I'll go mine. It will be better for everyone involved.”
Ty shakes his head vehemently. “That's complete bullshit. I found out one-fourth of your story. It's not enough. I want it all. The whole damn thing.” He leans in close, and I catch a whiff of his expensive cologne. Now that there’s some breathing room between us, my senses are working properly again. I can evaluate and recognize my surroundings without feeling like I'm going to pass out.
“Ty,” I begin to argue.
“Simone, don't.” He presses a finger to my lips. “You won't win. I found you. I want you, and I'm going to have you. Even if it takes me a lifetime.”
I'm rendered speechless.
“You’re not going to want me. I can guarantee it,” I speak against the pad of his finger.
“I already do. My mind's made up.”
“Want is a fickle thing.”
“So much negativity. That gets you nowhere.” He drops his hand from my mouth and takes a step back. “I presume you’re going to the gala tonight.”
“Of course. I am a huge part of this organization.”
“Perfect. I'll pick you up at seven-thirty. We’ll go together, and you can tell me another part of your story.”
“Ty, I don't think—”
“You don't need to think, gorgeous. That's what I'm here for.”
I cross my arms and glare at him. “Are you serious right now?”
He smiles brilliantly. “Only half. And fuck, I love that fire.” Before I realize it, he swoops in and pilfers a kiss. It’s quick, but passion-filled and full of unspoken promises and terrifying desires.
I nearly sway on my feet from the dizzying display of affection.
“Are you staying at the Tradewinds Hotel?”
“How did you know?” I question.
“It's the only five-star hotel in the area. I took a stab in the dark.”
“It's very nice.”
“I know. I own it. See you at seven-thirty.” He disappears out of the tent like he owns it.
And the sand he walks on.
And me.
Fuck, he may definitely own me.
4
Ty
I'm fucking nervous.
I haven't felt nervous because of a girl since junior high. And even then, the unease was minimal. But Simone has an unexplainable effect on me. Her name alone sends shivers down my spine and blood surging to the head of my dick.
She’s seduction wrapped in an enigmatic package. And if there’s one thing I love, it’s puzzles. I love the challenge, and the sweet taste of satisfaction once I figure them out. Once I dominate.
