kept
telling herself was that it was only because the last thing she
wanted was to be covered in rug burns when she went home.
Explaining how she got them to her sisters wasn’t at the top of her
list.
“ I have one more meeting,
sweetheart, then we shall begin our first night of
many.”
Crap !
Apparently, she wasn’t going to get him
out of here any time soon and it was getting more difficult to
control herself. She didn’t understand it. Especially since Armand
never spoke of forever the way she thought he should. If she was
his mate, shouldn’t he be talking about how long they would be
together, how her life force would be irrevocably tied to
his?
If someone had asked her who she was
attracted to last night, she would have said Antonio. That was one
of the reasons she had talked her sister Rose into running away
with her. Of course she wanted to get married someday, but Tansy
didn’t think she was ready for it now. Still, that sentiment didn’t
stop her from wanting Armand. Was that the difference then? She
lusted after Antonio, but fate intended her mate to be Armand? Or
did she have it backward?
Whatever it was, she had to get out of
Drake’s house earlier. It didn’t matter that she and Rose had both
put themselves in danger, that someone had tried to kidnap them and
that eventually, she would have to answer to her mate—whoever he
was—about her indiscretion. Armand made sure she was aware of that
fact.
Tansy fought the urge to
twiddle her thumbs and stared at the man whom she was relatively
certain, at least today, was her mate. Suddenly, she realized why
this all felt so wrong. She didn’t want to be any man’s mate. At least not right
now. Right now she wanted her freedom, freedom to be herself and to
live her life the way she saw fit. That was why she ran away in the
first place.
Then what happened? Not three hours
after she and her sister Rose made their break for freedom, the cab
they procured from the man attempting to kidnap them, got a flat
tire and they ended up hitching a ride from Armand, a man she
couldn’t seem to get enough of for some reason. She just couldn’t
win.
She crossed her arms,
irritated with herself, then she looked back at Armand and
sighed. He is a handsome devil.
Tansy stared at Armand
trying to figure out what it was about him that attracted her so
much. She wanted him, that was a fact, but she didn’t feel anything emotionally
for him. Her stomach clenched at the thought and she frowned
again. That’s what’s
wrong .
Antonio made her feel hot and cold all
over and she felt a stirring of…something deep inside her when he
danced with her. He made her feel strange, all warm and tingly
inside, when she pressed her body close to his and her heart did
that weird turning over thing. When she looked up into his eyes
that were almost the same color as Kentucky grass she wanted more
than to jump his bones. She wanted a family, children, when she
looked at Antonio.
With Armand, it was just sex. The
thought made her scowl. What was it about her today? Why couldn’t
she seem to make up her mind? Looking up, she took a deep breath,
ready to tell Armand that she had made a horrible mistake and
suddenly, she couldn’t say it. She wanted him all over again and
all of her logic seemed to fly out the proverbial
window.
“ We have an hour before my
next meeting.” Armand winked. “Can you think of something we could
do to kill the time?”
“ Ha! With what I’m thinking,
an hour just isn’t going to cut it.” Besides, she did not want to do anything in
his office. Making love in his office would make her feel cheap,
sleazy even.
“ Then we shall talk, shall
we?” He rested his hands on the desk in front of him and clasped
his fingers together.
Tansy pasted a smile on her face. “Talk
it is.” Anything else was unthinkable here in this office where any
one of his flunkies could barge right in without
warning.
Moving over to the sofa across the room
from his
telling herself was that it was only because the last thing she
wanted was to be covered in rug burns when she went home.
Explaining how she got them to her sisters wasn’t at the top of her
list.
“ I have one more meeting,
sweetheart, then we shall begin our first night of
many.”
Crap !
Apparently, she wasn’t going to get him
out of here any time soon and it was getting more difficult to
control herself. She didn’t understand it. Especially since Armand
never spoke of forever the way she thought he should. If she was
his mate, shouldn’t he be talking about how long they would be
together, how her life force would be irrevocably tied to
his?
If someone had asked her who she was
attracted to last night, she would have said Antonio. That was one
of the reasons she had talked her sister Rose into running away
with her. Of course she wanted to get married someday, but Tansy
didn’t think she was ready for it now. Still, that sentiment didn’t
stop her from wanting Armand. Was that the difference then? She
lusted after Antonio, but fate intended her mate to be Armand? Or
did she have it backward?
Whatever it was, she had to get out of
Drake’s house earlier. It didn’t matter that she and Rose had both
put themselves in danger, that someone had tried to kidnap them and
that eventually, she would have to answer to her mate—whoever he
was—about her indiscretion. Armand made sure she was aware of that
fact.
Tansy fought the urge to
twiddle her thumbs and stared at the man whom she was relatively
certain, at least today, was her mate. Suddenly, she realized why
this all felt so wrong. She didn’t want to be any man’s mate. At least not right
now. Right now she wanted her freedom, freedom to be herself and to
live her life the way she saw fit. That was why she ran away in the
first place.
Then what happened? Not three hours
after she and her sister Rose made their break for freedom, the cab
they procured from the man attempting to kidnap them, got a flat
tire and they ended up hitching a ride from Armand, a man she
couldn’t seem to get enough of for some reason. She just couldn’t
win.
She crossed her arms,
irritated with herself, then she looked back at Armand and
sighed. He is a handsome devil.
Tansy stared at Armand
trying to figure out what it was about him that attracted her so
much. She wanted him, that was a fact, but she didn’t feel anything emotionally
for him. Her stomach clenched at the thought and she frowned
again. That’s what’s
wrong .
Antonio made her feel hot and cold all
over and she felt a stirring of…something deep inside her when he
danced with her. He made her feel strange, all warm and tingly
inside, when she pressed her body close to his and her heart did
that weird turning over thing. When she looked up into his eyes
that were almost the same color as Kentucky grass she wanted more
than to jump his bones. She wanted a family, children, when she
looked at Antonio.
With Armand, it was just sex. The
thought made her scowl. What was it about her today? Why couldn’t
she seem to make up her mind? Looking up, she took a deep breath,
ready to tell Armand that she had made a horrible mistake and
suddenly, she couldn’t say it. She wanted him all over again and
all of her logic seemed to fly out the proverbial
window.
“ We have an hour before my
next meeting.” Armand winked. “Can you think of something we could
do to kill the time?”
“ Ha! With what I’m thinking,
an hour just isn’t going to cut it.” Besides, she did not want to do anything in
his office. Making love in his office would make her feel cheap,
sleazy even.
“ Then we shall talk, shall
we?” He rested his hands on the desk in front of him and clasped
his fingers together.
Tansy pasted a smile on her face. “Talk
it is.” Anything else was unthinkable here in this office where any
one of his flunkies could barge right in without
warning.
Moving over to the sofa across the room
from his
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