Page 32 of The Anti-Bachelorette (The Anti-Bachelorette 1)

She stops. “Sorry. Explain!”

“I told him to meet me here!”

Angela laughs. “Why do you sound upset about that?”

I blow out a breath. “I’m not upset. I’m just freaking out. What was I thinking?”

Angela gets more serious. “Emory. If you don’t want him to come now, just tell him not to. You can change your mind at any time.”

I shake my head. “No. That’s not what I mean. I definitely want him to come over.”

Angela laughs again. “I still don’t understand why you called.”

I yell into the phone. “Tell me what to do!”

She laughs again. “What am I? Your sex guru? You know what to do.”

I sigh. “I feel weird. Every time we’ve been together before it was unexpected. Now I’m just standing here waiting for him. It’s making me nervous. Should I put on something sexy? Should I put out some wine? Ugh!”

Angela laughs again. “Just do what you want. Are you trying to impress him or something.”

I lean back against my kitchen island. “I guess not. I guess I’ll just throw on some yoga pants and he can take it or leave it.”

Angela cracks up at that. “I honestly don’t think he’ll care what you’re wearing. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Clothes will be gone quickly anyway. Good luck girl! I gotta run.”

“Bye!” I shout into the phone. Then I head into my room and take off my heels and dress and throw on my yoga pants and a tank top. I leave my bra on though. I don’t want to be completely bummish. Need the girls pushed up on display. I’m about to head back into the living room, but I turn back around and spray a tiny bit of perfume on. Okay, so maybe I want to impress him a little.

I head back into my kitchen and pour myself a glass of wine. I take a sip when I hear my door handle twist followed by a groan and a knock. I set my glass down and tiptoe over toward the door. I hear Alaric’s deep voice through the door. “Emory. Why is the door locked?”

I open the door and pull him inside before my dad sees him standing on my porch. “I was home alone. I didn’t want a serial killer coming in.”

He rolls his eyes and then takes in my outfit. He gives me a small smirk. “Geez I appreciate all the effort you put in.” He says sarcastically.

I place my hand on my hip and jut it out. “Mhmm...and what effort did you put in?” I look him over. He looks sexy as hell though. He’s still in his dress shirt but the sleeves are rolled up past his forearms, and his tie is loosened around his neck. His hair looks more disheveled than at the beginning of the night, but it’s his eyes that are really turning me on. The way they have been devouring me the whole night only to finally be here in this moment.

Alaric raises his eyebrows at me. Then he seriously says. “I chewed some gum on the way over. Minty fresh.”

I laugh, and then we just stand there for a moment just staring at each other. I don’t know what to do, and he doesn’t make a move. Should we just jump right in? I mean that’s why he’s here right? We don’t need to chit chat beforehand. When he doesn't move for another moment, I get too antsy and head back over to the kitchen and pick up my wine glass.

I take a big gulp of my wine and turn back around toward Alaric. He is still standing in the entryway. “This is weird. Maybe you should go.”

Alaric grips his hands into fists at his side. “I’m trying to talk myself into leaving. This is a mistake.”

He doesn’t make a move to go, so I smile. “How’s that working out for you?”

Alaric closes his eyes and then looks up at the ceiling. “Not well.”

When he looks back down at me, I have a huge smile on my face. He walks toward the kitchen and stops in front of me. He places a hand on the kitchen island and smirks. “You’re evil. You know that?”

I look up into his eyes and give him a small smile. “You’re the one who just said I was a mistake.”

Alaric reaches for the wine glass in my hand. He takes it and downs the rest of the wine in the glass. He sets it back down on the counter and shakes his shoulders out. “Fuck it.”

Then he grips the back of my head and crushes his mouth to mine. The kiss is desperate like we couldn’t stand being apart for so long. I just as greedily kiss him back. His hands start roaming my body. He squeezes gently everywhere they touch. My waist, my legs, my ass, my back, my breasts. His hands are greedy and can’t get enough of any part of my body. This kiss is somehow different than the ones before. Even though they were passionate as fuck, there was still a hesitansy in them before. Now we both know where this is leading, so it’s even more intense.

I bite down on his bottom lip and scrape my fingernails against his scalp. He hisses and grabs my ass and picks me up onto the counter. Our faces are still aligned even with me propped up so high because he is so tall. He pulls his mouth from mine and grips my thighs hard. He runs his lips down my neck and scrapes his teeth on my shoulder.

I grab his tie and pull his lips back to mine as I begin unbuttoning his shirt. When I get the last button undone, I scrape my fingers down his chest and over his abs. Mmm he feels so good. Every ripple and vein I run my fingers over just shows how strong he is. I can feel the way he works so hard in every muscle. I don’t know why, but that turns me on so much. Alaric doesn’t get his body from spending hours at the gym because of vanity. No. He formed this sexy body through pure hard work.

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