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Crazy for him.
But I had to use my brain. Could she be right? Could it all be the hormones? And what would happen I was done with them?
To hell with it.
I didn’t care. “Tell me how to make him love me, Margo. I want to know. I’m not going to let you leave until you tell me how to do it. I want him. I want all of him. Every last bit of that man should be mine.”
She sighed then popped her knuckles. “This isn’t going to be easy for you, Aspen. But the hormones might actually help you do this.”
I was confident that she was going to tell me that I had to seduce Ransom—a thing I had no idea how to do. I wasn’t slick, cool, or remotely sexually adequate. I’d never even kissed a guy. It would take a miracle for me to be able to seduce that man.
Ransom was the seducer. Maybe she’d teach me how to make him do that to me. That would be so much easier than the other way around.
But when she spoke, words I didn’t understand came out of her mouth, “I’m going to teach you how to be a bitch, Aspen.”
Huh?
Chapter Seventeen
Ransom
Lubbock, Texas – May 31st
Even though it was seven in the evening, the sun was still relatively high in the clear blue sky, and the temperature was a sizzling ninety-three degrees. I’d donned my swimming trunks after dinner to take a dip in the pool to cool off.
Aspen had gone into town to visit her friend Margo for the day. She managed to make it home just before dinner in time for next shot. I found her acting differently towards me: cool, somewhat distant, and she hardly ever made eye contact.
When I invited her to join me for a swim, she turned me down flat with no reason why. A simple ‘no thanks’ was all I got, and it left me feeling a little weird.
When I’d asked her what she would be doing to entertain herself, she told me not to worry about it. She sounded kind of bitchy when she’d said it.
As I swam a few laps around the pool, I chalked it up to the hormone injections. After all, the side effects did include moodiness. The doctor had explained the importance of not pushing Aspen when she was in a foul mood. She’d also suggested I do things to take her out of that mood while trying not to bother her about it.
I thought about going up to find her and giving her a foot rub or even a back rub if she wanted one. But then my cock got interested, and I backed off from that idea.
The fact was I wanted Aspen. The virginity thing had only served to further pique my interest in her. It was my selfish streak that stopped me, as backward as that might seem.
Seeing myself for what I truly was had been an eye-opener for me. I’d made sure to spend as much time as I possibly could with Grandad. And I treated Aspen with respect at all times. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t after a piece of virgin ass. And that was hard. But she was giving so much of herself to this baby that I had to try to put that out of my mind.
Flipping over to do the backstroke for my next lap, I spotted the curtains moving on the top floor above me. Had Aspen been watching me?
I wasn’t sure of that. It could’ve been one of the staff members. But I wondered if Aspen did watch me at times. I wondered if she did want me the way I wanted her.
This had never been like me. I was the aggressor. It was me who took the lead, and women did as I wanted them to. But I couldn’t be that way with Aspen.
Not only because I needed so much from her. Not only because I wanted her to be around for a very long time. But because she intimidated me a bit.
Aspen was strong. Smart. And sexier than she realized.
Quite frankly, she was more woman than I was used to. Her head was straight. Her mind, sharp. And her presence, inspiring. She was the total package.
My kid would be lucky to have her as a mother. She had this aura that shone out from deep inside of her, and it just let you know that she would be a wonderful person, even though she didn’t talk a whole hell of a lot.
I wouldn’t call her shy, but I would call her a little reclusive. And she was tightlipped about things that concerned her. Her past, her present, and her future were things I knew little to nothing about.
Maybe that was my fault? I supposed I could’ve initiated conversations that would give me more information about her. But anytime I was around her, I had to fight myself to make sure I was doing the right thing where she was concerned: keep my hands to myself, so to speak; watch what I said and how I said it; try not to flirt, which was hard for me.
In short, I had to be the respectable man I knew she needed me to be with her.
