Page 77 of The Rules Of Attraction
New woman?I wish she was. “I’ll think about it. I wouldn’t want to leave her so early in the job. She may need me.”
“Right.The job.You forget who you’re talking to.” Marc laughed and his voice sounded raspy again.
“Seriously, she may need me.”
“I’m sure you’re hoping she’ll need you for other things too, outside the job.”
“Of course I am.” That was a given. “I won’t lie and say that I’m not, I just wish she didn’t make me so crazy.”
“It sounds like she’s been through stuff.”
There was no question about that, and when she got that lost faraway look in her eyes my theory of someone hurting her kept popping up. I just didn’t like assuming.
“I think you’re right.”
“Why don’t you just ask her and put yourself out of misery?”
I didn’t want to pry but I felt like I might have to ask at some point, before I lost my mind.
Marc yawned and said something but I couldn’t make out what he said.
“Grab some sleep man.” I suggested. The poor guy must have been tired. “We’ll catch up properly some other time.”
“Okay, promise me you won’t go crazy.”
“I promise.”
“Good, there’ll be too much to fix when I get back if you do.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I make life more interesting.”
“Yup, sure do. Over and out bro.”
When he hung up I put the phone back down on the desk and closed my eyes.
I could still feel Summer’s lips on mine. The softness and the want she suppressed burning for me.
Was I a fool to entertain this?
This want that drove me insane and kept me fixated on her.
Summer Daniels, was the one woman who’d managed to make me, Alex Sullivan, her bitch for one night and leave me chasing after her like a wild, hungry dog.
I’d met the one woman who’d managed to hook me, and have me wanting to go back to her for more. I wasn’t used to waiting, or playing a game I wasn’t sure I’d win.
She’d done a good job at resisting me so far.
Maybe that would be it. We’d play this game and I’d lose.
But then why would she kiss me the way she did?
Last night when we went home. I had to try hard to keep myself under control. I drove us back with a damn hard on, had to do my best not to make it look obvious and give myself an ice cold shower the first chance I got.
The shower helped but did nothing to my mind that thought of her all fucking night. I imagined her in the little bed in the guest room. Her perfect body that I’d had the pleasure to indulge on wrapped in the silk of the sheets.
I thought of her wearing that long shirt she’d worn the day after she’d moved in. It gave her voluptuous breasts the chance to move freely and allowed me to see when she was turned on.
By morning I woke up hard again from the erotic dreams that tortured me all night, but she came down for breakfast worry free. Unbothered and chilled from her obvious restful sleep.
