Page 6 of Dirty Temptation

It’s a much happier story than my disastrous one.

Don’t.

I haven’t seen Molly since that night. She hasn’t answered any of my calls for two months.

Two months!

I never pursue a woman for that long. It’s almost bordering on obsessive. I’m not beyond stalking her and in fact, I considered it a time or two.

The truth is, I have messaged her regularly and expected her to reply. Then I thought she’d be at the close friends and family engagement party Payton and Knox had a month ago, but she wasn’t.

I was sure the two were close.

I haven’t seen much of the happy couple as they’ve navigated their new world, the arrival of the baby and making wedding plans.

Me, I’ve been busy with work and applying for one of the most coveted design awards in our industry.

Mostly, I wanted to keep what happened private, unsure if it would backfire if I asked Payton if Molly was interested in me.

Pathetic.

And for the record, I’ve never had to lower myself to asking before.

Getting a date is not usually this damn hard.

What is it about that girl?

I don’t know, but I want to see her again and I’m not a man who gives up easily.

Finally last week, Payton shared that Molly’s grandfather had died. I almost cheered, which was completely inappropriate.

Two days after we met she flew to England for the funeral, and she’s spent the past eight weeks over there.

I’m not sure why.

“Is she coming home?” I’d asked tentatively, not wanting to give away that I was interested in her.

Knox briefly asked about Molly after the party, and I said I had my driver take her home.

That’s it.

Otherwise, no one knows anything.

Unless Molly told Payton.

I’ve gone over and over that night in my head wondering where I went wrong. I land on the same place. I was trying to be a gentleman and knew that if I fucked the sexy little stoned brunette she’d wake up regretting it.

Ironically, it was me that ended up with regrets the next morning. Don’t ask me how many times I’ve wished I’d ripped those panties of her off and slammed my cock inside her.

Fuck being a gentleman.

I only half don’t mean that.

Finding out that Molly was in England has renewed my hope. She was grieving her grandfather and dealing with a hangover the next day and who knows, she may’ve had a different phone number while she was in the new country.

Douchebag, she would’ve got in touch if she wanted to see you.

The fact is, until I speak to her again, I am not giving up.

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