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Chapter 68
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2022-01-19 20:44:33I am not interested in him! My mind says, but my friend says differently.
Jonathan arched a brow. “You have an interest in this guy, and you became judgmental, which isn’t like you.”
“I’m not—” innately honest. I could not complete the sentence. “Well, Preston can be pretty judgmental himself.” And with an awful lot less cause! I recalled his lecture on the last occasion we had met, despite the fact that I had been the victim of an unwanted pass and he had treated me like some sort of tart.
“Really? That sounds interesting.”
“well, it wasn’t,”
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I was still hesitant to move and follow him, unable to shake the irrational conviction that by stepping over the threshold, I do believe that I’ll be committed to more than breakfast, which I wasn’t, but what if he thought…? What if he had more planned than breakfast? I had no doubt that he took sex as casually as he kissed. How was he to know I didn’t? All I knew was that I was here for breakfast, but who was to say he did? He might assume that I knew breakfast was some sort of code of sex. “We could do the restaurant option if you prefer. You did say you looked too much of a mess to be seen any
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Beatrice jumped, startled by the loud clatter that came from the kitchen area. Came from me. “Sorry I dropped it,” I said, putting the stainless implement I had just picked up off the floor into the dishwasher. A hard light of steely determination shone in my eyes as I began to whip the egg whites. It was my intention to drop the bowl so that Beatrice would stop smiling dreamily when she thought about her ex, that she even forgets that I even existed! “It’s okay, sorry. It seems I drifted off.” She said. Yeah, feel sorry that you forgot about me. What’s special about that man? He is just a m
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“I really wouldn’t know. I don’t…” “What? You never let that lovely hair down and throw caution to the wind? Some men could view a statement like that as a challenge.” “Certainly, I let my hair down, but only with people I trust.” “You think I would take advantage?” I sighed inwardly. She was right. “I’m not really interested in finding out.” She said. Her declaration of indifference drew a low chuckle from me. When she hears the sound of my laughter, she looked away and
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“Did you really want to save?” I was dumbfounded at his question. The scorn and aristocratic disdain etched on his patrician features made me cringe. I felt crushed by his scorn. It was bad enough that the man I had right now, is the only man that I had a crush on since I was a kid and he had witnessed the grubby sordid scene, but that he could think I had wanted… If I could have crawled out of my skin at that moment or allowed the earth to swallow me whole I would have. I stuttered in my eagerness to correct him. “No… no, that is, yes, you can’t think that I wanted… Of course, I—” “You were a fool.”
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He dragged a hand down in his jaw and expelled an irritated-sounding sigh. “I was angry that night.” He had been angry that entire weekend, from the moment I had walked into the room the previous evening smelling like summer looking like warm, inviting sin, looking as if I were made for him. The forced admission made me laugh. “I’d never have guessed.” Even now, the memory of his loss of control shook the hell out of me. “The situation was…” I angled an interrogative brow as his voice trailed away to a growl. “I did not handle the situation well.” He admitted.
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“Was I drunk?” My simmering hostility in my manner as much as abrupt question made Beatrice blink numerous times. “What?” My eyes flashed. “Was I forcing myself on you? Por Dios, no, I was not!” “But, I never—” “So, at what point did I become a bad guy?” I demanded, cutting across her. “I never—” “The fact is, you were lucky enough that I was there, but you are too stubborn to admit it! You are just as stupid now as you were then!” I said, eyes glaring at her. &
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I shook my head to clear the dreamy, light-headed sensation. I forced myself to recognize the abrupt rise in my core temperature for what it was; a hormone rush—God, a hormone avalanche! God, this is making me insane! I struggled hard to inject a note of humor into my response. “Your concern for your fellow man does you credit, but I promise to behave and never wear pink lipstick again.” “I have no concern for them.” Preston dismissed the mental well-being of one-half of the population with an expressive sneer. “And,” he added, gritting out the words with force, “I don’t want you to behave.” “You don’t?’ I whispered. My fo
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My brows lifted. “What are you talking about now? Cheated…?” I asked irritably. “You are not making any sense.” Her face scrunched in an effort to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. She lifted her chin and blinked hard. “Well, so sorry,” she drawled, “if I’ve lost my edge of clinical objectively, but I’ve never been in this situation before.” “And you think I have?” “Yes, I get it. You don’t need to spell it out.” She had been slow, but the penny had finally dropped. She knew why I was acting this way. “You th
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But having it spelled out to me by Brian was a different matter. “I will never tie my hair back again,” I declared, striving for ironic mockery and delivering instead something a lot closer to frenzied panic, possibly because of the husky addition of, “because I live to please you,” and that statement was uncomfortably close to the truth. “Are you going to tell me now what I’ve done to upset you?” The quiet words sent a fresh flash of anger through me. “Let me think…” I said, adopting a mystified expression as I pressed a finger to the suggestion of a cleft in my firm, rounded chin. “Could it be something to do with the fact I don’t much like being used? How do you think would I feel having my br
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His stare make me shiver and then I cried out loud when without a warning he pressed his face against my breast, my back arched as his tongue began to whip slowly across the peaks of my breasts, that still painfully sensitive from our recent intense lovemaking. When he loosed my hands to cup one quivering peak I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, pushing through the ebony strands still damp from our recent exertions to cradle his skull and hold him against me. My hands stayed in his hair when he lifted his head and grinned down at me. "Also there is no point trying to hide from me in a bed this small." The bed was vast but I let it pass. "I wasn't trying to hide," I protested. He arched an ironic brow, making my eyes slide guilty from his. "I was cold." "Cold?" Preston laid his hand possessively on the soft feminine curve
