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Initially, I thought he was…honestly I thought he was a piece of shit who slept with me to try to win me over so he could purchase the bookstore. But as more time passes and more opportunities to get to know him arise, I find my previous opinion hasty.
Maybe he hadn’t known who I was. Maybe we both felt the attraction and that was what overcame us the first night.
But it didn’t change that I couldn’t let him in. It didn’t change the way fear clawed up my throat at the thought of letting go of control and just enjoying the ride.
Losing my parents at such a young age has left me with a crippling desire to never feel that sort of loss ever again. Even if it meant I stayed alone for the rest of my life.
When I don’t respond, another text message comes in.
Don’t lose your nerve now.
And it’s like he knows me better than I know myself. Which pisses me off.
Your place at noon.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
WORTHY
EZRA
I’m standingon my porch, waiting on the elusive Eloise when I see her car making its way down the long driveway. The trees cause her old model Subaru to dip in and out of my line of sight, but the dust that kicks up tells me I’m not imagining her arrival.
It causes my stomach to flip.
I’m in my mid-thirties.
A man my age shouldn’t get butterflies.
A man my age shouldn’t want her as badly as I do.
Hell, a man my age shouldn’t get himself off at the reminder of what she sounds like when she comes. What she tastes like, what her skin feels like, how her orgasm hugged my dick like a vice.
Without hesitation, I venture down my porch steps to head to her now parked car. She rolls down her window while pushing her sunglasses up into her hair.
I watch as she doesn’t offer a smile; there’s no warm greeting for me, even as I stare at her with a smile of my own playing over my face.
“Get in,” she instructs, hardly looking my way. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she didn’t like me at all. But I see her skittish nature, the way she never fully trusts herself—or me.
“Are we actually leaving the confines of my home? And it’syouridea?” I joke, opening her door, wondering when she’ll actually look at me.
“Don’t worry. No one will see us where we’re going.” She pulls her shades down, and I recognize the power move.
“I’m not worried, you are,” I inform her as I get in her car, noting the stacks of books in the backseat with a smirk. “Are you a safe driver?”
“Coming from someone who doesn’t even drive themselves anywhere?”
“I drive myself places,” I insist, trying to remember if she’d ever seen me drive. Probably not. “How else do you think I get around this town?
Certainly not walking. And it isn’t as if I keep my driver here. Not when I know he has a family of his own to get to, and there isn’t shit here for him in this town.
“Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it,” she answers, turning to regard me with eyes I can’t see. It makes me itch to touch her, to reach over and force her to stop hiding herself.
It’s already too late. I’ve seen her.
She’s about to pull off when I open the passenger door and climb out.
“Where are you going?” she calls out after me, annoyance in her tone.
