The knock on the door made her drop her can of soda all over the table. In a hurry to clean up the mess and answer the door meant her shirt was covered with soda as she tripped over the leg, toppling the table onto her. Her white shirt stained yellow from the spilt soda.
The knock became more persistent when she didn’t answer the door right away. Pissed off at her quick actions she pushed the table off her. She growled down at her shirt then walked to the door.
“I’m coming,” she yelled. Clara had the desire to tell the person to piss off but she kept all her anger inside. She yanked on the door and froze to the spot. Matthew stood outside leaning against the frame.
“You sounded a little annoyed.” His voice made her nipples harden. Her pussy creamed as his scent overwhelmed her. She struggled with the need to be closer to him.
“Look at me,” she gestured to her shirt, “you knocked way too loud, causing me to spill my drink all over the table. I tried to clean the mess up. All I’ve ended up doing is staining a good shirt in the process. This is not going to be a good day. Also, I think I made a mistake agreeing to be your companion. I’m freaking out a little bit.” She stopped to take a breath, regretting everything she said. Even without coffee her mouth had run away with her words.
“Can I come in?” he asked with a smile plastered to his handsome face.
Letting out her breath, she stepped back to allow him past. “I’ve packed as much as I can fit into four suitcases. Most of the furniture can be sold or you can see what you want.” She followed him down her small hall until he stopped to look at the mess she’d caused. Grabbing a cloth, she watched as he turned the table the right way for her. She wiped away the mess than sat opposite him.
For several minutes he didn’t say a word. She didn’t know where her voice had come from only that she couldn’t stop. “Should I sell my furniture? I’m going to be honest, I never read the bloody contract. There were too many words, and you were touching me. When you’re touching me for some reason I can’t think straight.”
Again, he said nothing.
Say something!
His lack of words made her more nervous.
“Have you decided to back out? I understand if you found someone else to take my place. Looking at myself now I can’t imagine I’m much temptation.” She ran fingers through her hair, pulling a few strands out of the ponytail. “I’m sorry for snapping. This is just happening too fast. I purposefully didn’t have coffee because of this. I think I’m having a sugar rush. Everything is spinning.”
Matthew reached over the table. He grabbed her hand within his. She stopped speaking and stared at him instead. The instant he touched her, she felt a deep calm settle all around her. “Take a moment and relax.”
The moment he spoke all of her nerves went away. Up until that moment she’d been going out of her mind.
“Now, what are you struggling with?” he asked.
“I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Anything like what?”
She licked her lips staring at his hands. His skin was slightly darker than hers. “I don’t know you that well. What kind of woman moves in with a man she barely knows or agrees to have sex with a man she doesn’t know?”
The soda had been a bad idea. She should have settled for the coffee.
“First of all, you do know who I am. I’m Matthew Johnson. For the last couple of years you’ve worked in some capacity in my building. I’m a Capricorn. My favorite color is green. I don’t like spicy food. My family don’t approve of my high flying life style. They want me to settle down with a woman and have a couple of children.”
As he spoke her heart melted for more of him. He sounded perfect to her.
“There are a few pointers about me, Clara. I don’t axe murder anyone or have any crazy ex’s in my past. I want you, whatever this is. There have been stranger things happen at sea as the saying goes.”
She laughed at his words. “So, what you’re saying is to allow this to run its course?”
“You don’t trust easily, do you?”
Licking her lips, she stared past his shoulder. After everything she’d gone through with her father’s debts along with her mother’s medical bills, she struggled to trust. People were always trying to find ways to exploit her. “I’ve not had many people in my life who I could trust.”
“Trust me, Clara. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
Unable to look away any longer, she stared into his eyes. The sincerity in his gaze took her by surprise. A part of her wanted to run away. He would so easily control her. The power he held over her body startled her. She felt compelled to please him.