“I understand, Neal.”
“This is why I couldn’t do this with you. You see everything through rose colored glasses. Everything could be good with a cup of tea and a cookie. I made a mistake coming here thinking I could have anything with you.”
Before she could stop him, Neal left the office and her salon. Shaking her head at the anger she felt, she lashed out at the paperwork on her desk.
So close. She’d been so close to having him. He’d finally come to her. Damn him and his overprotective instincts. She’s been involved with his family long enough that he should know she walks into any situation with her eyes wide open.
Groaning in frustration at the mess on the floor, she wouldn’t be able to leave until the paperwork was filed.
The chatter started up again outside. Sandy ignored them. The girls worked fine without her.
She sat behind her desk and leaned into the comfort of her chair. The love she felt for Neal wasn’t something she could turn off. She’d tried many times.
The day wore on. She finished her work after reaching a decision in her mind. Action was called for in her situation with Neal. Talking never worked. She’d show him she could take everything he had to dish out and more.
The real games were about to begin.
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Chapter Eight
The anger stayed with Neal for the remainder of the day. He kept to himself, refusing to eat with his family. They didn’t need to be subjected to his bad mood. It had been stupid of him to even think about Sandy being with him. His life as a man in control taught him few women could deal with what he wanted. The submissive women he’d been in contact with had either wanted him to be in control every second of the day, practically running their lives, or for him to rein in his need, during the sessions together. The heat inside him couldn’t be contained. He knew what he wanted and wouldn’t permanently subject any woman to his way of life.
He packed away the tools as his family sat down to eat. Talking to them about his problems wouldn’t help. The fact his dad knew what he was embarrassed him enough. He didn’t want to think about his parents having a sex life. Naive of him, considering he knew that’s how he was brought into this world. Some things he could accept but his mom and dad in the lifestyle went too far for him.
While he drove home, he thought about what he could eat. He parked the truck, went inside and prepared himself a quick sandwich. The stale bread with old cheese did nothing to appease his appetite.
On the way up to have a shower his doorbell rang. He wanted to ignore the sound but thought better of it. If someone drove out to him, then they wanted his attention.
As he opened the door, he discovered Sandy standing there, waiting.
“Chinese?” She lifted a bag up for him to see. The scent of the oriental food made his stomach grumble. The sandwich had left him wanting.
He opened the door wider to let her walk in.
“You brought food?”
“Yes. I stopped by your parent’s house. They said you’d gone home without food. So being the good little servant that I am, I drove back into town, picked up enough food to feed the world, then drove back like lightning,” she said, following him into the kitchen.
“Thank you.”
Sandy left the package on the table for him to unpack. She rummaged through his kitchen for plates, then the forks. He opened each tub and found flavored noodles, rices, curries and spring rolls. Each item a feast to his senses.
“Sit. You’ve been hard at work,” she said. She pushed him into a chair before she began filling his plate with piles of food.
“You’ve been at work as well.”
“I paint nails, wash hair and sort through paperwork. I don’t transport hay or lift heavy barrels of stuff. Rest.” She handed him a plate, then sat next to him with her own smaller portion.
Most women would have a salad or eat raw vegetables. He watched as she scooped up a forkful of noodles and put them in her mouth. Her eyes closed. Her murmurs of approval made his dick swell.
“Thank you for this.”
“No problem.”
They ate in silence. Neal couldn’t stop looking at her. Seeing how much she enjoyed her food was a real novelty to him.
When they were done she closed the packets and placed them in his fridge. “They’ll only be good for tomorrow. Anything you don’t eat throw out.”
Neal nodded his head. The calmness of her presence was a soothing balm to him. He leaned back when a thought struck him. The woman he wanted to fuck was in his home where he could have her to his heart content.
The crazy possessive needs that swamped him, scared the shit out of him. He feared hurting her.