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“Anything I want, Roxanne.”
“Sex?” I asked straight out because I was tired of his games. Liar, a little voice in my head whispered.
“Would you be against it?”
“You haven’t… we haven’t… in two months, and now you want to?”
“It’s never been about not wanting,” he said quietly even though he looked almost bored.
“Then…” My voice drifted off to nothing. Suddenly, I was seriously aware of the way he was looking at me.
Waiting me out.
Making me feel once again like the prey to his apex predator. One that was waiting for me to fill in the question I’d left hanging between us because he was too much of an asshole to let me in on his plans.
“Then what’s this been about?”
“Earning your trust,” he answered easily. Too easily.
“My trust,” I whispered.
He watched me as carefully I stared at him. Part of me was hoping while the other was worried he would suddenly jump out of the couch and pounce on me.
“You need to trust me for what I have planned for us.”
“Us? Dave, there is no us.” There was no denying the way my voice shook, and the wolfish smile that moved into place over his lips told me he hadn’t missed it, either.
“Of course, there isn’t.” He winked. “We both don’t believe in that kind of thing, right?”
“Right.” I stood a little taller and swallowed. “So, why do you need me to trust you?”
“So we can explore whatever there is between us that we both have been too chicken to acknowledge.”
“Dave—“
“You have a softer side. One you don’t show anyone but me.”
“That’s not tru—“
“You were just crying on my lap, Roxanne. That something you do with the guys you used to hook up with?”
“Used to?” I asked, holding on to whatever I could to keep this conversation from heading in a dangerous direction. “What makes you think I’ve stopped hooking up with anyone?”
Dave jumped up and was suddenly in front of me. His arms around my waist, pressing my body flush against his.
“Don’t,” he clipped, his gaze hot, almost molten. “Don’t do that, little girl.” Goose bumps flared to life at the tone in his voice. Little girl. Shit! Maybe he knew me better than I knew myself?
“Do what?” I mustered.
“Tease me. Taunt me. We both know you’ve been a good girl so far, not going out with anyone, and you know I haven’t been with anyone, either.”
“You sure about that?” I tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he didn’t let me. Instead, one hand moved to hold my chin between his fingers. “Have you?” I found myself asking and caring about the answer way too much.
“I haven’t.”
“Bullshit,” I whispered without thinking because I obviously liked to live dangerously. “You really think I’m going to believe a guy like you hasn’t been sticking it to some random chick this whole time?”
“I swear on my life, Roxanne.”
