Page 104 of The Heart You Kept

“Hi.” He smiles, he picks up a stuffed rat and studies it. “What interesting things you have here.”

“Uh-huh.” I nod with my hands on my hips.

“I always wanted one of these.” His eyes dance with mischief. “Said no one ever.”

“I thought your friends left.”

“They did.” He puts the stuffed rat back onto the shelf. “I thought I could stay and see if you needed my help with anything.”

“What would I need your help with?”

His eyes hold mine and he gives me the look. “There must be something you need help with.”

Oh…how much temptation can I handle before I crack?

Do I play…. Or do I play hard to get?

No. Short-term pain for long-term gain. He can’t just turn up here and get a booty call, as tempting as it is.

“No. I have no idea what you could possibly help me with, Edward.”

His eyes hold mine and he steps forward, pinning me to the shelves, his erection digs into my stomach and I feel a rush of arousal run through my body.

Jeez.

I glance over and see the fake eyeballs of the rat staring at me…stop judging me!

“Excuse me, miss,” Piano Man interrupts.

Not now, fucker.

“Be there in a minute,” I snap.

Edward pushes his body harder against mine. “Are you sure there is nothing I can do for you?” He flexes his dick between us.

Oh….

We stare at each other as I feel myself weakening. It would be so easy….

No!

Does he really think he can not call me, not take me on a date…. Turn up at my place of work and stick his hard dick in my stomach and I’m going to goo and gush how lucky I am that he picked me?

“Yeah, there is, actually.” I step back from him. “You can respect me.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Do you really think that you can turn up here in your slutty little suit and get whatever you want?”

A slow, sexy smile crosses his face. “Slutty little suit?”

“That’s right.” Not an exaggeration, everything about that suit makes me want to be slutty. “E is for Effort, Edward.” I put my hands on my hips. “You should try it sometime.”

He glares at me and I glare right back.

“I don’t have time for this tonight, I’m too busy.” I march off back to the stupid concert pianist. “Now, how can I help you?”

FORTY MINUTES LATER.