Brett's Little Headaches(12)

I could already imagine it in my head. Her beneath me as I pounded away at her sweet body, damn.

I can’t remember the last time a woman had tied me up in knots. In fact, I don’t think that shit had ever happened before in my life.

"I just met you Brett, I'm not exactly in the habit of jumping into bed with guys I just met." I do love that little prim and proper thing she does whenever she thinks I’m stepping over the line.

"Good for you, but this, this is different. You want to get married first?" yeah I said that shit, and I meant it too. Though I knew that she would never go for it.

I think I was dealing with another first here; a woman that I had to chase for a change. Usually I am the one being hunted, but this might be good.

I could see that my little bombshell had left her speechless, and I was growing to like this way I had of shocking her into silence.

From this morning’s theatrics I knew that it was only a matter of time before she was back on her game and I was going to have my work cut out for me, so I was going to keep her off balance as much as I could for now, while I had the upper hand.

"Are you insane? We just met this morning."

"Babe." I had to lower my voice again because the two in the back were through speaking in code and were now more interested in what was going on in the front seats.

"You came on my cock when I barely touched you outside your clothes. If I hadn't stopped just now you would've done it again. I don't know how it is for women, but as a man let me tell you I am not willing to give that shit up.

Now I'm willing to give you a window of time to work shit out in your head. You've got the boys to think about after all, but make no mistake we're doing this."

I figured with her I was going to need less talk and more action. She’d already asked me if she was a lost bet so I had an idea of where her head was at.

There was obviously a truckload of things we needed to learn about each other, but I was pretty satisfied that I had all the basics.

She wasn’t as crazy as I’d first thought and even if she was I’m afraid I would’ve still gone for it. It’s not everyday a man meets a woman who has such a strong reaction to him physically.

It might not be the best thing to base a relationship on, but it was a fuck of a start.

After the week from hell, it looked like I was finally about to catch a break, three of them to be exact.

No one who knew me would recognize me. I’m the guy who likes to think things through, sometimes to death as I’ve been accused of often enough in the past.

I can’t explain it, but this feels right. And besides, my dog already gave his stamp of approval, and I trust his judgment more than I do a lot of my two legged friends’.

She seemed to be giving some thought to my words and I was grateful that she hadn’t just scoffed at what I’d said. Knowing her though, I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

It didn’t matter though; my mind was made up. I took a look at my future in the rearview mirror and smiled.

When I woke up this morning, sore at the world and not too happy with life, I had no idea I was going to meet my destiny on a park bench. Life truly is strange sometimes.

“How’re we doing back there champs?” They chortled at me and pointed out the windows babbling all the way. At least I was making headway with the boys, and I was going to keep on doing it too, until I got her just where I wanted her.

I didn’t prove myself to dad in the business world, and earn my stripes and a corner office early, by being soft.

Grandpa had taught me from a young age, ‘know your opponent son, and always go for the jugular.’ I figure this was the biggest merger and acquisition I’d ever gone after, I could do no less than my best.





Chapter SIX




LAURIE





Either I'd fallen down the rabbit hole, or I'd got myself mixed up with a nut. Who the hell thinks like that?

It was true that he made my heart race in a way that it never had, not even in my one disastrous try at romance, and I’d thought I was in love with that ass.

But I can’t trust this, any of it. Things like this only happen in cheesy made for TV movies, and he’s loaded on top of everything else.

That alone made my stomach hurt. I am so not the type of girl that a hot multi-billionaire would go for, especially not with my baggage. So something else had to be at play here, I just haven’t put my finger on it yet.

But he seems so genuine, so sincere, and the boys already like him, not to mention what he makes me feel when he touches me.

But I can’t give into this I have to be responsible. Maybe if I’d met him before. No, I can’t start thinking like that either. Next thing you know I’d be resenting my boys and I will never be guilty of that.