I shook his hand out of respect and the other cop’s as well just because I didn’t want to upset Alexandria.
We went inside their bungalow home, and her dad and his sprout left.
“Did you think your little excuse for a goodbye with a text was going to deter me? My sweet girl, I wasn’t deterred when you had a boyfriend; though I can say I was less than pleased with that scenario. But I do have to ask you something before we go any further. Did you leave him only because he hit you, or did you consider being mine?”
“The truth…” She blushed at the possible revelation, and I hoped it was in my favor. “I was planning on leaving him. I was just waiting for a time when we could talk, but it had been hectic and he had been making excuses to cancel on me like he expected it and was trying to prevent the breakup.”
“Well, it’s over between you two. I know what you are thinking and what your father is thinking too. I am a man, and like any man, I don’t like anyone messing with what is mine. No, I will never hit you to hurt you unless you deserve a spanking, but you are a grown woman and don’t need to be treated like a little girl. I would never hurt you in a fit of jealousy. I can’t promise not to knock a fucker out, but I would never raise my hand to you, and you need to understand that. It has been eight days since we met, and you have completely changed my outlook on women in general.”
“What about your mom?”
“I don’t consider her a woman like that. She is just my mom. I am talking about the women I have been with or those who want me to be with them. I never thought highly of those kind of women, and I am sorry I wasted any time or energy on any of them.”
“How have you changed? I have seen you with all those models.”
“Well, most I was never with. They were just my dates for the night. I have changed because with the others, I wanted nothing more than five minutes of their time for one thing. I hardly ever saw them more than once and couldn’t care less if I never saw them again. With you, I see a future. I want a future. I want to look at you while I am buried in you. I don’t kiss women. I don’t make love to a woman. I want that with you. I want to look into those beautiful eyes and worship you. I haven’t really kissed a woman since college. All they ever got was a peck on the cheek when I greeted them.”
She sat there quietly with her mouth open, and all I could think about was I hoped I could remember how to do this. I bent down toward her pretty pink lips and gently tasted them with mine. The electricity I felt was making my heart pound out of my chest. I deepened the closed-mouth kiss. I hadn’t done this in forever, and it never had this effect on me before. I wanted more. My hand reached around her neck and gripped it roughly as I licked her lips. She opened willingly, and I took what she was giving. The taste of her was heavenly. The hint of coffee and sugar and Alexandria. My cock was leaking in my boxers. I had to slow down, or I would be embarrassing myself. Her phone that was on the table started ringing, so she pushed away from me to answer it. Normally I would not be thankful for an interruption and her dismissal, but right now, it would help cool my rising ardor.
I thought it was her dad double-checking on me, but it wasn’t.
“Dr. Reeves, I am well. Yes, I am sure you learned what had happened after I left. No, I will not be back to work there. I have no plans as of yet to return to Texas.”
I looked at her like she had lost her marbles. She sure the hell was going back to Texas. Permanently.
She hung up quickly, and it was obvious she was not happy to talk to him, and that had me wondering why.
“What’s wrong?” I stated brusquely.
“Nothing. I just didn’t like being interrupted.” She tried playing cute—wasn’t working, though.
“Baby, don’t start off our relationship lying to me.” That was something I wasn’t going to put up with.
“Well, it’s just that he makes me uncomfortable. He was overly flirtatious. It was what set Trevor off that night.”
“Now I really want to fuck his ass up. I saw his reaction to the past receptionist and to you too. I didn’t like it. Not only is he flirting with what’s mine, but he is also a married man.” I growled as the tension in my body grew. I calmed down because my anger would do no good with her, so I changed the subject.
“So why are you under the assumption that you are not going back to Dallas?” I was curious what lame-ass excuse she was going to give me.
“It’s not what I thought it would be. And I am not under the assumption. I am not going back.” She tried to act tough, cute, but not going to work.