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The Hunter(17)





“I did not say that you were a whore!” she cried, color appearing in her cheeks. “And I agree, why shouldn’t you? But in reality, it is more unusual for a woman to have a strict policy of one night stands only. And yes, you are upfront about it with them beforehand, but I don’t think they believe it for a second. And when you go through with it, it drives them wild. I think that they all want to be the one to change your mind. That‘s when they come after you like heat seeking missiles isn‘t it. Showering you with flowers, jewelry and romantic proclamations.”



“More fool them then,” I said sullenly. I felt stung by her words.



Angel wrapped her arms around me gently. “I am not criticizing you. You are free to live your life any way you please.”



“Yes, I am,” I said, mollified. “Although, for someone to send me flowers before I have slept with them … that’s a first!”



We giggled. “I wonder if Mr Hunter sends all young, single ladies in the building flowers,” Angel said suddenly.



I thought for a moment. “How would he know which ones were single? And, if it were a regular occurrence, Clark would have known who sent my flowers then, wouldn’t he?”



“I guess,” she said she pulled back, clapping her hands together. “He owns the building, right. So I’m sure he could access the paperwork for your lease. I am willing to bet that your marital status is declared!”



“That doesn’t necessarily mean that I not in a relationship though, does -” I broke off as comprehension dawned.



“What?” demanded Angel.



“They took a copy of my birth certificate for identity checking purposes. That must be how he knows my full name,” I said, slowly. “He must have checked my file, presumably after we met on Sunday. Is that creepy?”



Angel tilted her head. “Not necessarily. He may just have been curious. You are new in his building - why shouldn’t he want to know your name. And anyway, look how determined you were to find out his name.”



“Only after he sent me flowers,” I shot back, defensively. “I wonder why he sent me flowers and didn’t sign his name.”



“Perhaps he likes playing the part of a mysterious stranger,” Angel said, trying to suppress a smile. “Perhaps he likes role play. Perhaps -”



“Perhaps you’ve had too much to drink!” I said, shaking my head.



Angel huffed indignantly and then giggled. “What are you going to do now?” she asked. “Are you going to thank him for the flowers?”



“I don’t know. Probably nothing,” I said, stifling a yawn. “We don’t even know for sure that it was him, remember.”



“Oh, I think we do,” she said, nodding her head. “I just can’t figure out why he didn’t sign the card. Why go to the trouble of sending someone flowers and not saying who they are from?”



“Maybe he thought that I would guess from his clue about my secret celebration in the elevator,” I replied.



“So you think that he does want you to figure out who sent them,” Angel said. “What will you do next time you see him?”



I sighed, “I doubt that I will see him if he is as elusive as Clark says.” And even as the words left my mouth, I found myself wishing that they weren’t true. I was still considering this when I got into bed a little later.



“I want to be inside you,” that deep sexy voice rasped in my ear as we descended in the elevator. My legs turned to jelly and I fell back against him, willing him to touch me. I felt his hand slide up my outer thigh and his other hand grip my hip, pinning me to him. My insides clenched deliciously as I felt the heat build between my legs. His roving hand moved around the front of my thigh and I arched my back, pushing my behind into him. I moaned softly as his hand found its target.



His hand released my hip and lashed out, hitting the emergency stop button and the elevator came to a sudden halt. His forward movement pressed his rock hard erection into me and I tried to turn around, to hasten the inevitable. Once again, his hand clamped on my hip, preventing me from turning around. Before I could express my frustration, his other hand pushed my panties aside and he stroked the soft fleshy folds.



“I love that you are so wet, so ready for me,” he growled against my neck and my panting breaths became as quick as my thudding heartbeat. His teeth gently grazed and nipped my earlobe as his thumb began to massage my clitoris … round and round in circles. His mouth began to plant soft kisses down the side of my neck. His actions are so controlled, so gentle - totally at odds to the raging inferno of desire that was coursing through my body. Catching me off guard, he suddenly slid one finger inside me and I clenched it firmly.