want him to see her back? Why was she still a
virgin? Why did he want her way beyond reason?
“Could you do me a favor and be gone before I come out? This is already awkward enough.
I can’t take more.”
Before he could answer, she shut the door.
Okay, now that really pissed him off. Granted, he’d put a stop to the sex, but now
that they weren’t having it, she was just done? Like she was only interested if he
was putting out?
Buttoning his trousers, he charged for the bathroom door and opened it. Time to stop
acting like a pussy and start acting like a Dom.
As he walked in, she shrieked and scrambled to cover herself with the comforter again.
“What the hell are you doing in here? Don’t you knock?”
Her bra dangled from her hand, and Xander was tempted to take it from her and tuck
it in his pocket. And he still might, depending on what she said next.
“Tell me something and be honest,
belleza
. If I let you leave here with your virginity intact, will you be looking for someone
else to give it to?”
London frowned at him. “You said no. I respect that. I’m not going to bother you anymore.”
“Answer the fucking question.” God, what was it about this woman that had him coming
apart at the seams?
“I-I don’t know. Not actively, but . . . You can’t think that I want to be a virgin
for the rest of my life.”
Yeah, good point there. He didn’t blame her. He also felt like he’d go postal if he
knew that someone else had touched her. Well, wasn’t that just perfect?
Xander scrubbed a hand across his face. “You surprised me. I wasn’t expecting a virgin.
I’m sorry if I didn’t handle it well. I think . . .” His brain raced. Was he really
about to suggest this? Yeah. Dumbass. “I think we should have lunch tomorrow and discuss
what’s next for us. I’m not saying no. I like you, probably more than I should. I . . .”
He shrugged. “I don’t know much about virgins. I’ve never been with one. I just need
a bit of time to think about it.”
She sighed, and her shoulders drooped. “You either want me or you don’t. And I don’t
mean physically. I saw that you wanted me that way.” She flushed. “What I mean is
something different. I don’t want your pity, and I’m not expecting you to fake anything.”
“I’m not.”
And that was the problem. Xander realized that he’d been faking everything for years.
Hell, maybe a decade or more. He hadn’t fucked anyone who truly excited him in forever.
Why London? Why now? He didn’t have those answers. Maybe he’d figure that out before
he saw her again.
She cocked a head at him. “I don’t understand.”
“I could be an asshole and fuck you, then never call again. I could take what you’re
offering without caring how it affected you. Normally, I could. With you . . .” He
shook his head. “For some damn reason, that’s not possible.”
She shoved him out of the bathroom, which took him by surprise. As he stumbled back,
she slammed the door in his face and locked it. What the fuck? “What are you doing?”
London didn’t answer him for a long minute, then she wrenched the door open and strutted
past him, fully dressed again. She tossed the comforter back on the bed and reached
for her shoes, hopping into them. Xander watched her, agape. She wasn’t angry exactly,
but he had no idea what to make of her mood.
“Belleza?”
Looking over her shoulder, she tossed him one last glance. The hurt in her eyes spoke
volumes. Then she yanked the bedroom door open and left, her steps echoing down the
wooden staircase. Seriously, she thought she was leaving? He usually did the leaving.
What the hell was going on?
“London!” he shouted, jogging after her. He caught up to her halfway down the stairs
and grabbed her arm. “Talk to me.”
“I think I’ve humiliated myself enough for one day. It was stupid to think that a
man as gorgeous as you
virgin? Why did he want her way beyond reason?
“Could you do me a favor and be gone before I come out? This is already awkward enough.
I can’t take more.”
Before he could answer, she shut the door.
Okay, now that really pissed him off. Granted, he’d put a stop to the sex, but now
that they weren’t having it, she was just done? Like she was only interested if he
was putting out?
Buttoning his trousers, he charged for the bathroom door and opened it. Time to stop
acting like a pussy and start acting like a Dom.
As he walked in, she shrieked and scrambled to cover herself with the comforter again.
“What the hell are you doing in here? Don’t you knock?”
Her bra dangled from her hand, and Xander was tempted to take it from her and tuck
it in his pocket. And he still might, depending on what she said next.
“Tell me something and be honest,
belleza
. If I let you leave here with your virginity intact, will you be looking for someone
else to give it to?”
London frowned at him. “You said no. I respect that. I’m not going to bother you anymore.”
“Answer the fucking question.” God, what was it about this woman that had him coming
apart at the seams?
“I-I don’t know. Not actively, but . . . You can’t think that I want to be a virgin
for the rest of my life.”
Yeah, good point there. He didn’t blame her. He also felt like he’d go postal if he
knew that someone else had touched her. Well, wasn’t that just perfect?
Xander scrubbed a hand across his face. “You surprised me. I wasn’t expecting a virgin.
I’m sorry if I didn’t handle it well. I think . . .” His brain raced. Was he really
about to suggest this? Yeah. Dumbass. “I think we should have lunch tomorrow and discuss
what’s next for us. I’m not saying no. I like you, probably more than I should. I . . .”
He shrugged. “I don’t know much about virgins. I’ve never been with one. I just need
a bit of time to think about it.”
She sighed, and her shoulders drooped. “You either want me or you don’t. And I don’t
mean physically. I saw that you wanted me that way.” She flushed. “What I mean is
something different. I don’t want your pity, and I’m not expecting you to fake anything.”
“I’m not.”
And that was the problem. Xander realized that he’d been faking everything for years.
Hell, maybe a decade or more. He hadn’t fucked anyone who truly excited him in forever.
Why London? Why now? He didn’t have those answers. Maybe he’d figure that out before
he saw her again.
She cocked a head at him. “I don’t understand.”
“I could be an asshole and fuck you, then never call again. I could take what you’re
offering without caring how it affected you. Normally, I could. With you . . .” He
shook his head. “For some damn reason, that’s not possible.”
She shoved him out of the bathroom, which took him by surprise. As he stumbled back,
she slammed the door in his face and locked it. What the fuck? “What are you doing?”
London didn’t answer him for a long minute, then she wrenched the door open and strutted
past him, fully dressed again. She tossed the comforter back on the bed and reached
for her shoes, hopping into them. Xander watched her, agape. She wasn’t angry exactly,
but he had no idea what to make of her mood.
“Belleza?”
Looking over her shoulder, she tossed him one last glance. The hurt in her eyes spoke
volumes. Then she yanked the bedroom door open and left, her steps echoing down the
wooden staircase. Seriously, she thought she was leaving? He usually did the leaving.
What the hell was going on?
“London!” he shouted, jogging after her. He caught up to her halfway down the stairs
and grabbed her arm. “Talk to me.”
“I think I’ve humiliated myself enough for one day. It was stupid to think that a
man as gorgeous as you
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