Page 84 of Watching Her

What irony. I felt exactly the same way, only I had the added benefit of having tasted her.

Which I would do again.

I knew how men behaved. I had educated myself in all the red flags. God knew I’d participated in many of them before I’d perfected my game.

She was also wrong that she couldn’t be found. Anyone could be with the right tools.

Many trolls hid behind innocuous accounts. The guy could be nothing but a lonely guy who’d latched onto her for whatever reason. Or there could be something more sinister at play.

His acceleration in possessive comments had turned a corner with me. I’d handle the situation my way after tonight.

But first things first. I was eager to peel away another layer with the stunning woman.

The text I’d sent while enjoying our wine had undoubtedly been obeyed almost instantly, although it would take several minutes of coordinated actions to breathe life into the location. That had left me driving around in circles, partially to keep her uncertain where I was taking her.

As soon as she touched her blindfold, I allowed her to hear my displeasure with a single growl. She immediately stopped.

Good girl.

Why did the time spent with her feel so entirely different? Every word out of my brother’s mouth had nagged me since the moment in the office. I hadn’t lied about her being different. Sadly, I still didn’t know what that meant except for one thing.

No other man would ever be allowed to touch her.

In watching the way she’d stood gazing at the fairgrounds, I’d known I’d made the right decision both in sharing something with her tonight and in an act of business.

A frivolous purchase maybe, but one I didn’t regret.

Even if it brought her two hours of happiness.

With the sun finally turning into twilight, the timing couldn’t be more perfect.

“You do realize this isn’t fair,” Penelope said as I guided her toward the entrance.

“Did you honestly believe that anything in life is?”

“I know what you’re going to say. Life is what we make it?”

I rolled my hand down her arm, enjoying the prickles dancing on her skin that trailed behind. “No, sweet girl. Life is what we command it to be.”

“Does that include people?”

With my guidance, we were standing at the gates, which had been opened for our arrival. I lowered my head, pressing my face into her neck. Her shiver was fantastic and she placed her hand on mine. “Absolutely.” The whisper in her ear provided me with a sense of power, but my cock was already aching, hungering to feel the intensity of her pussy muscles pulling me in even deeper.

That would come soon enough.

Once I’d gently pushed her just inside, she seemed to sense something was different.

“What is it?” I asked, genuinely curious as to what her senses were able to tell her.

“What is that smell?”

“What smell?”

She pressed her fingers to her mouth. “Fried food.”

“Is that what it is? Maybe we’re at another restaurant.”

“Possibly, but knowing what I do about you, I’d say no.”