Fated To Be His Obsession
nd her eyelids were very heavy. "Shit" she whispered trying to recall events of the night before, but
each movement. The sheets were luxurious, far too
n to race. What was she doing? this wasn't her bed, this wasn't her room and the faint sce
hangover punishing her for it. Her dress - where was her dress?. She scanned the room, spo
acallan scotch. "seriously" she groaned in frustration, snatching up her clothes.
aight into a solid wall of muscle. Large arms gripped her waist -
e, slowly
ercing blue eyes. Touseled dark hair. And that smirk? Her
she br
deepened.
t his chest. He di
rning to you t
ing. "I was wondering whe
e forcefully pulled away, ready to escape. "I..
. The smirk on his face widening
g herself in her head. "I said i need t
time last night" he said, a mischie
around, "I don't even remember much
hallenged. "Would you like me to remi
s his fingers found her chin, ti
lose. To
hills down her spine. He leaned in, his breath warm agains
k, complementing her silk dress, enve
God
skipped, stutt
e made this feel. How easily her body reacted,
didn't want to acknowledge. But h
n back to
ping his hand away. "
"So you've said" he grunted
enjoyin
atching up her he
alter, "I won't st
gh to have burned through steel. She wa
proving of her walking awa
en's
arms crossed, watching as Chloe stormed out
feisty one. He t
ead as the door swung shu
ed in his sheets, teased for another round. Chloe? She bo
oorframe. He should leave it at that. A one-night s
ck to the bed, his gaze flicking to the rumpled
irk de
huh?" he muttered to himself
's a
? Last night had b
y sprained her ankle over, her red lipstick sti
t against his. The way she'd melted into
elf, a quiet chuckl
n't remember. Because if she had,
omething abo
hite sheets, wild hair, lips slightly swollen from hi
inst her own reaction wh
made thin
aside. He had meetings, deals to close. He should be t
t any woman, and Da
his fingers hesitated over the
of his thumb, he p
mmed in his ea
thless annoyed
. Leaning back
ng