Page 119 of Property of Chaos

Shit—I grieve the time I lostbeforewe met.

This woman standing in front of me lived fucking mere miles from us, and I hadno idea.

The rage that induces.

“Chaos?”

Fuck.When did she turn around? How long have I been just standing here, staring down at her?

“Are you okay?” She frowns, a cute little wrinkle between her eyebrows as she studies my face.Obsessed.

“You think we could head up to your room?”

Her eyebrows shoot up, a breath huffing from her lips. “Presumptuous.”

I smirk. “Need a shower, babe.”

Lips parted, her gaze falls to my chest, then my mouth, before returning to my eyes. “Sure. Follow me.”

She barely gets two steps away before I snag her hand. Vanessa glances down at the connection and then up at me, an absolute vulnerability in her gaze that I’m sure is echoed in mine.

The wait for the elevator is torture. Everything around us feels as though it happens in slow motion. I scowl at some corporate fucker who casually waits to the side when the doors slide open, ensuring we’re alone in the car as the mirrored doors slip closed again.

Fucking hell.I’m rendered speechless by what I see.

Eyes wide, Vanessa stands before me, her dark head barely reaching my jaw in the reflection. I tower behind her, broad enough that my arms are visible behind her shoulders.

She wets her lips.

I curl my arm around her and slide my palm across her chest, nestling my hand at the base of her throat.

Her eyes close, thick lashes resting atop her cheekbones.

With a jerk of my elbow, I tug her backward so that she crashes against me, her supple curves hitting the hard planes of my body. It’s enough to get me hard, my dick growing at the contrast of her against me.

“I missed you.” Her hair smells divine, tickling my lips as I talk.

She draws a shaky breath. “We need to talk first, Chaos.”

“I am.” Lips against her ear, I curl over her to kiss her neck. “With my body.”

“Words,” she rasps as the elevator dings, announcing our arrival.

Fucking timing.

My enigma bolts from my embrace, darting into the hallway and veering left before I get a second to step out. She sets a quick pace, peeking over her shoulder as my footfalls approach.

Her hand trembles, missing the lock with the first swipe of her keycard, unlocking it on the second.

“Babe.” I reach over her shoulder and wrap a hand around the edge of the door after she nudges it open, stopping her from moving forward. “Do I scare you?” Why does she shake? Is she nervous or terrified?

“No.” Her swallow is loud in the quiet corridor. “Can we just…?” She pushes at the door.

I relent, letting her walk in first.

She’s been here less than an hour, and yet, her fucking smell hits me the second I walk inside. The soft scent does nothing to dampen my dick’s mood, making me take a duck step to rearrange my jeans.

“I’ve been thinking,” Vanessa starts, hands waving beside her shoulders.It’s cute.“About everything. All we’ve done so far.Howit came about,” she stresses. “And the differences between you and me.” She looks up from her tight pacing and gasps, unaware I’d moved closer.

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