Page 41 of Desperate Desires

“Yeah, right. Besides, why would I miss you?” I asked, as if it was the dumbest question in the world.

My gaze flicked to his in the reflection of the broken mirror that hung over the sink. He was so goddamn handsome it was unfair.

My chest squeezed as he trapped me in his unwavering stare.

Like a predator who’d just found his prey.

But I refused to play the wide-eyed doe to his hunter.

Fuck that.

Ono Bottarelli might not have to work hard to get a woman with his flashy good looks and whatnot, but I wasn’t any woman.

I was Dr. Michelle Davis, and I had people who cared about me who would make this guy disappear if I asked them to.

Not that I would.

I would never abuse my friendship with Micky and the others that way.

Still, it bolstered my ego to remind myself I wasn’t weak or alone in the world.

“Because I missed you, Bellezza,” he said, and was it wrong that joy spiked in my blood at his confession?

“Yeah, right,” I murmured.

“You don’t believe me?”

“No, Ono. I don’t believe you.”

Chapter 12-Ono

Fuck.

She was pissed.

Rightfully so. Though I had to admit I wasn’t counting on that.

I’d been so lost daydreaming about her, wrapped up in my own desire for her, I forgot something.

Michelle wasn’t like other women.

She wasn’t some roll over and does whatever I want, always at my beck and call, type of girl. She was special.

Not one of those eager to please will do whatever I say females who were so desperate to spend a night in my bed.

In fact, I never saw anyone less inclined to please me.

And that fact made my dick hard.

Not because I was a masochist, but because she was right to know her worth.

She was so damn sexy and badassed. I smirked as she walked to the sink in that piece of shit club.

This place wasn’t good enough for her. I hated that she’d come here without me. More than that, I hated myself for spending too many days away from her.

I wanted Michelle to want me. To feel the same bone deep craving I felt for her. And I looked forward to the challenge of making her feel that way, of getting her to admit her desire.

Maybe that was why I chased after her when she finished washing her hands and left the restroom.

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