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Authors: Delilah Devlin
his buddy’s voice, didn’t mind the knowing smirks aimed his way from around the table. He rose, gave himself a quick adjustment because he was hard just thinking about her, and left, chuckles following him out the door.
Gus pulled into a space on the street outside the building where Aislinn lived. He knew this because he’d looked her up in the system. The building was an old hotel, refurbed for apartment dwellers. Not far off of Beale, it was within walking distance of the trolley line, prime real estate for middle-to-well-to-do singles.
Maybe he was making a mistake, but the conversation he’d endured at the tavern had him so worked up he had to see her. Now.
Would she think he was as sick as her stalker following her here? Seeing her before their appointed date at the club?
He hoped like hell she’d be okay with it, because he wasn’t turning back. Every day since he’d met her, he’d driven by her doughnut shop, hoping for a glimpse, but too aware he might be crossing a line if he stopped. She’d been firm about seeing him on Friday.
Night after night, he’d lain in his bed wondering what he’d done so wrong that she felt the need to regroup. Hadn’t she felt the strong connection too? Or was he fooling himself?
He glanced to the seat beside him and the flowers peeking out from their tissue paper wrapping. Then, taking a deep breath, he grabbed them, let himself out of the car and hurried inside before he changed his mind.
It wasn’t until he’d rung her doorbell and heard her voice calling through the door that he had second and third thoughts about his plan.
The door swung open. Something inside him sighed. A calm he hadn’t felt in a week wrapped around him. She was lovely, dressed in a soft blue T-shirt and frayed jeans. Her brown eyes widened, landing first on the flowers he held up like a shield.
“Hi.” Hi? That’s the best he could manage?
Her lips pursed then settled into a small smile. She leaned against the doorframe. “Hi, yourself? Why are you here?”
Gus shifted on his feet, uncomfortable beneath her steady stare. “I know you wanted to wait until tomorrow…”
“I’m glad you couldn’t wait,” she said softly. She backed away and swung her arm toward the living room behind her. “Won’t you come in?”
Stepping inside, he gave the place a quick glance, surprised it looked so damn normal.
“Yeah, no St. Andrew’s Cross in the living room.”
“Have it in the bedroom?”
She laughed. “I don’t own one at all.” She eyed the flowers again. “Are those for me or do you need them for protection?”
Gus felt his cheeks redden and shoved them toward her. “The lady at the counter said every girl likes roses.”
She reached for them and pulled them toward her chest. “Well, this girl does. They’re beautiful.” Her head dipped and she inhaled.
Just like he’d thought, the pretty peachy-pink blooms looked just right against her pale skin.
“They smell wonderful. I’ll get a vase. Why don’t you have a seat while I get these into some water?”
While she went into the kitchen area which opened off the living room, he took another good look around. The area was large and airy and uncluttered, so he didn’t feel so much like a lumbering giant.
“Nice place,” he murmured, taking in the dark brown sofa and chairs, beige carpet topping an oak floor and sturdy walnut tables.
“Thanks. I like it simple.” She came back with the roses standing in a clear crystal vase, which she placed on a side table. She settled at one end of the long sofa then patted the seat beside her. “Come sit.”
The command held none of her Domme firmness, but nonetheless, he quickly sat beside her.
Gus cleared his throat. “Have you had dinner?”
“I made myself something after I came home from work. Have you eaten?”
He shook his head. “No, but I’m good.”
Her lips pursed in disapproval. “Someone as big as you shouldn’t skip a meal.”
“I didn’t
Gus pulled into a space on the street outside the building where Aislinn lived. He knew this because he’d looked her up in the system. The building was an old hotel, refurbed for apartment dwellers. Not far off of Beale, it was within walking distance of the trolley line, prime real estate for middle-to-well-to-do singles.
Maybe he was making a mistake, but the conversation he’d endured at the tavern had him so worked up he had to see her. Now.
Would she think he was as sick as her stalker following her here? Seeing her before their appointed date at the club?
He hoped like hell she’d be okay with it, because he wasn’t turning back. Every day since he’d met her, he’d driven by her doughnut shop, hoping for a glimpse, but too aware he might be crossing a line if he stopped. She’d been firm about seeing him on Friday.
Night after night, he’d lain in his bed wondering what he’d done so wrong that she felt the need to regroup. Hadn’t she felt the strong connection too? Or was he fooling himself?
He glanced to the seat beside him and the flowers peeking out from their tissue paper wrapping. Then, taking a deep breath, he grabbed them, let himself out of the car and hurried inside before he changed his mind.
It wasn’t until he’d rung her doorbell and heard her voice calling through the door that he had second and third thoughts about his plan.
The door swung open. Something inside him sighed. A calm he hadn’t felt in a week wrapped around him. She was lovely, dressed in a soft blue T-shirt and frayed jeans. Her brown eyes widened, landing first on the flowers he held up like a shield.
“Hi.” Hi? That’s the best he could manage?
Her lips pursed then settled into a small smile. She leaned against the doorframe. “Hi, yourself? Why are you here?”
Gus shifted on his feet, uncomfortable beneath her steady stare. “I know you wanted to wait until tomorrow…”
“I’m glad you couldn’t wait,” she said softly. She backed away and swung her arm toward the living room behind her. “Won’t you come in?”
Stepping inside, he gave the place a quick glance, surprised it looked so damn normal.
“Yeah, no St. Andrew’s Cross in the living room.”
“Have it in the bedroom?”
She laughed. “I don’t own one at all.” She eyed the flowers again. “Are those for me or do you need them for protection?”
Gus felt his cheeks redden and shoved them toward her. “The lady at the counter said every girl likes roses.”
She reached for them and pulled them toward her chest. “Well, this girl does. They’re beautiful.” Her head dipped and she inhaled.
Just like he’d thought, the pretty peachy-pink blooms looked just right against her pale skin.
“They smell wonderful. I’ll get a vase. Why don’t you have a seat while I get these into some water?”
While she went into the kitchen area which opened off the living room, he took another good look around. The area was large and airy and uncluttered, so he didn’t feel so much like a lumbering giant.
“Nice place,” he murmured, taking in the dark brown sofa and chairs, beige carpet topping an oak floor and sturdy walnut tables.
“Thanks. I like it simple.” She came back with the roses standing in a clear crystal vase, which she placed on a side table. She settled at one end of the long sofa then patted the seat beside her. “Come sit.”
The command held none of her Domme firmness, but nonetheless, he quickly sat beside her.
Gus cleared his throat. “Have you had dinner?”
“I made myself something after I came home from work. Have you eaten?”
He shook his head. “No, but I’m good.”
Her lips pursed in disapproval. “Someone as big as you shouldn’t skip a meal.”
“I didn’t
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