led her into the foyer.
“How long have you lived here?” she asked.
He didn’t miss the note of wonder in her voice. Turning back to her, he saw it in her amber eyes, burning with curiosity and appreciation as she took in the Victorian style entrance vestibule with a double staircase curving to the second floor.
“A few years. I live in the upstairs apartment.” He held out his hand and she linked her fingers through his. “Are you ready?”
Her smile slipped and she gazed into his eyes. He could see her pupils dilate and hear her breathing speed. His whole body ran hot and throbbed with the desire to pull her into his arms. But he would take this at the pace she wanted. After promising her he would never hurt her like the asshole ex, he had to make sure she understood they could only have a temporary fling.
At her nod he turned and led her up the marble staircase. By the time they reached the top his heart was pounding like the speakers in the club when he was on set. After releasing her hand, he slipped the keys out of his pocket and opened the door. He waited for her to go first.
Chloe hesitated by the door, and he sighed.
“I’m not going to jump you the second you cross the threshold.” He tried for light, but drilled the statement into his head. Hell, he didn’t want to scare her off. He had to keep his hands to himself. For now.
“I didn’t think you would.”
She offered him a polite smile, and Sander wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He was beginning to hate that smile. He figured it was a mask, something she hid behind, but he didn’t want her to hide when she was with him.
When she didn’t make a move to enter, he walked in and flicked on the light. The spotlighted entrance hall illuminated the cream walls. Chloe’s heels clicked against the dark wood floor as she entered behind him. He led her through to the lounge. Sander snapped his fingers and the side lights came on, followed by the artificial fireplace.
“Show off,” she whispered.
He turned to see her staring at him with a wicked grin on her face. He smiled right back. “I’ve more than one way to impress a lady.”
Shaking her head, she made her way over to the window. His apartment didn’t have much of a view, not when he compared it to the Beverly Hills mansion he grew up in, but it was his, he’d bought it with his own money and that’s all he gave a shit about.
He crossed the room to stand behind her. Despite his oath to keep his hands to himself, he settled them on her hips. She didn’t flinch at the contact, and he was glad. All he wanted right then was to hold her for a while.
The thought was so foreign he released her and stepped away. What the hell was wrong with him? When had he just wanted to hold a woman before? He didn’t even do stuff like that after sex, never mind before it. His lungs seemed to expand. Either that or something had constricted his chest because he suddenly found it hard to breathe.
He cleared his throat. “What do you want to eat?”
Chloe turned to him, her eyes more black than amber, and a shy grin curved her lips. Arousal zapped straight to his groin.
His body burned up like he had a fever. He unfastened a few more buttons on the collar of his shirt and slipped his tie off. Her gaze dipped down to his throat, and her amber eyes swirled and darkened. Hell, he was hard already and she hadn’t even touched him. .
She started toward him and a pearly, supple leg poked out of the slit in her dress. Every drop of blood in his head drained down to the biggest erection he’d ever had. Sander briefly wondered how the hell he managed to stay alive with all the blood in his body pulsing in the one place.
“I don’t want to eat.” Chloe stopped a step away from him.
Her floral scent only increased the burn of his desire. He clenched his fists and forced himself to keep his hands off her, but with her standing so close he was finding it hard to remember why he
“How long have you lived here?” she asked.
He didn’t miss the note of wonder in her voice. Turning back to her, he saw it in her amber eyes, burning with curiosity and appreciation as she took in the Victorian style entrance vestibule with a double staircase curving to the second floor.
“A few years. I live in the upstairs apartment.” He held out his hand and she linked her fingers through his. “Are you ready?”
Her smile slipped and she gazed into his eyes. He could see her pupils dilate and hear her breathing speed. His whole body ran hot and throbbed with the desire to pull her into his arms. But he would take this at the pace she wanted. After promising her he would never hurt her like the asshole ex, he had to make sure she understood they could only have a temporary fling.
At her nod he turned and led her up the marble staircase. By the time they reached the top his heart was pounding like the speakers in the club when he was on set. After releasing her hand, he slipped the keys out of his pocket and opened the door. He waited for her to go first.
Chloe hesitated by the door, and he sighed.
“I’m not going to jump you the second you cross the threshold.” He tried for light, but drilled the statement into his head. Hell, he didn’t want to scare her off. He had to keep his hands to himself. For now.
“I didn’t think you would.”
She offered him a polite smile, and Sander wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He was beginning to hate that smile. He figured it was a mask, something she hid behind, but he didn’t want her to hide when she was with him.
When she didn’t make a move to enter, he walked in and flicked on the light. The spotlighted entrance hall illuminated the cream walls. Chloe’s heels clicked against the dark wood floor as she entered behind him. He led her through to the lounge. Sander snapped his fingers and the side lights came on, followed by the artificial fireplace.
“Show off,” she whispered.
He turned to see her staring at him with a wicked grin on her face. He smiled right back. “I’ve more than one way to impress a lady.”
Shaking her head, she made her way over to the window. His apartment didn’t have much of a view, not when he compared it to the Beverly Hills mansion he grew up in, but it was his, he’d bought it with his own money and that’s all he gave a shit about.
He crossed the room to stand behind her. Despite his oath to keep his hands to himself, he settled them on her hips. She didn’t flinch at the contact, and he was glad. All he wanted right then was to hold her for a while.
The thought was so foreign he released her and stepped away. What the hell was wrong with him? When had he just wanted to hold a woman before? He didn’t even do stuff like that after sex, never mind before it. His lungs seemed to expand. Either that or something had constricted his chest because he suddenly found it hard to breathe.
He cleared his throat. “What do you want to eat?”
Chloe turned to him, her eyes more black than amber, and a shy grin curved her lips. Arousal zapped straight to his groin.
His body burned up like he had a fever. He unfastened a few more buttons on the collar of his shirt and slipped his tie off. Her gaze dipped down to his throat, and her amber eyes swirled and darkened. Hell, he was hard already and she hadn’t even touched him. .
She started toward him and a pearly, supple leg poked out of the slit in her dress. Every drop of blood in his head drained down to the biggest erection he’d ever had. Sander briefly wondered how the hell he managed to stay alive with all the blood in his body pulsing in the one place.
“I don’t want to eat.” Chloe stopped a step away from him.
Her floral scent only increased the burn of his desire. He clenched his fists and forced himself to keep his hands off her, but with her standing so close he was finding it hard to remember why he
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