Page 45 of Desperate Desires

“I don’t need you to buy my drinks,” she muttered, but I remained quiet.

No sense arguing about something that wasn’t going to change. My woman didn’t pick up checks when I was there.

No fucking way.

I didn’t care if that made me a throwback or a chauvinist or whatever.

My woman didn’t want for anything. She never fucking would. I would provide for her. It was my fucking pleasure to do so.

I waited for my credit card and signed the paper, dropping a hundred dollar bill as an extra tip for the bartender before I dropped my hand to the small of Michelle’s back.

“Well, um, thanks, I guess. See ya,” she said and turned to walk away from me.

I guess she was expecting me to just let her leave, but obviously she didn’t know me well enough yet.

She didn’t understand that I wasn’t leaving without her.

“Where are you going?” she asked as I stalked her out the exit doors.

“With you.”

“With me? Fuck if you are.”

“Fuck if I’m not,” I said, grinning at her.

I loved a woman who could curse.

“Boss? Want us to get the car?” Gio asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

I was used to bodyguards, and it amused me that Michelle was slightly startled by my team’s not so sudden appearance. Gio and Flacco had arrived with me.

But a couple of others had been tailing her all day on top of the team who belonged to the women she’d arrived at the club with.

Surely, she’d noticed.

Or maybe not, judging from her expression.

That was okay. We could work on her situational awareness later. For now, I would keep her safe.

“I only ordered a compact Uber,” she murmured.

I shook my head at Gio.

“Go home. I’ll text later,” I told them as Michelle started to walk towards a tiny red Subaru.

It probably would have been better if I didn’t take one of my cars to her place anyway, since technically, I stirred the shit pot big time earlier tonight.

Thinking about it, I should probably have just left her to go home alone. But I wasn’t strong enough to do that.

I wanted her too damn much.

Desire hit me like a PATH train at full speed. That familiar rush of heat, the fast-paced motion, the impossible speed all knocked the breath from my lungs.

It rumbled through me, shaking me from the inside out. Strong, powerful, and completely impossible to ignore—just like her.

My thoughts were grid locked like city traffic at rush hour—horns blaring, signals flashing, but nothing moving except the raw pulse of need speeding straight through me.

Fucking hell, I wanted this woman.

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