Page 29 of The Anti-Bachelorette (The Anti-Bachelorette 1)

He pulls me into a small room that looks like it is used for storage and slams the door shut behind us. Then I am pressed up against it with his body boxing me in. I try to talk again. “Alaric, what in the world-.”

He cuts me off. “Shut up.” His voice so commanding that I actually listen. I just stare back at him, and he is looking at me like he is conflicted about what is going to happen next.

Then his lips are on mine. I open my eyes in surprise, but it only takes a second for my body to respond to his. My hands come up and wrap around his head, and his hands grip my waist hard. He presses his body harder against mine as his tongue enters my mouth.

His hands come down under my ass, and he lifts me up easily and slams me against the door as I wrap my legs around him. He’s so strong that it was like it took no effort at all to lift me up.

His lips come down to my neck, and he bites down on my skin. I moan, and he presses himself against me harder. “I hate you.” I breathe out.

He doesn’t stop. “I hate you more.”

His lips slam back against mine, and he squeezes his hands on my ass. He pulls away for a minute and kisses on my collarbone. “You wore this dress on purpose. You’re fucking making me crazy Emory.”

I don’t respond. I just grab his face and slam my lips back against his. I reach for his dress shirt buttons, and have about two undone when we hear voices in the hall behind us. I swear it sounds like my dad.

I push Alaric away, and he sets me down. He’s breathing hard, and he looks pissed. “Fuck.”

I nod my head in agreement. Then I look seriously at him. “This needs to stop.”

He closes his eyes for a moment and then looks back at me and nods. “Okay.”

He says it like he doesn’t care one way or another. “Asshole.”

He just glares back at me not backing down. Then I throw my hands up in the air and shake my head. “Fuck you.” Then I grab the back of his head and slam his mouth back down to mine again.

Now it’s his turn to open his eyes in surprise, but he doesn’t take long to kiss me back. I pull away after a minute and look up at him seriously. “You get rid of your little social media influencer out there. Me and Marco are staying for another 2 hours. When we leave, you are meeting me at my place. Tell my dad you are going out. I don’t care where.”

I turn and walk out before he can respond or I can change my mind. Oh my God. Am I really planning on sleeping with Alaric? I walk back out and find Marco looking for me. He takes one look at me and then glances behind me and sees Alaric walk back in. He raises his eyebrows at me. “No!” He looks back down at me with a huge grin. “Please tell me you did not just go fuck that guy in some closet while I was gone for 5 minutes helping your dad.”

I just grin back at him and bite my lip. “Not exactly.”

He smiles back. “What about his date?”

I raise my eyebrow at him and cross my arms over my chest. He just laughs. “My bad. What date? How could any guy see anyone else when you’re in the room?”

I throw my head back and laugh. “I knew I liked you. I think we’re going to be friends for a long time.” Marco swings his arm around my shoulder as we walk over to our table for dinner. “I think so too.”

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