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Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

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She is speaking with an authoritative tone, but she won’t look at me. This leads me to believe she is lying right now. I can’t believe it. She really is still a virgin and she’s trying so hard to make me think otherwise. No wonder the little scenario happened earlier. She threw herself at me so she wouldn’t keep thinking about what she was about to do. It all makes sense now. I should have somehow figured it out and slowed things down.

If it saves her feelings, I’ll play along for now. I just won’t let her get back into a position to give me blue balls again. I’m going to have to take cold showers for an entire month to get rid of the ache I currently have. B

ut I remember her voice and how she had made me feel and realize it will be worth it. It feels like so long since I was innocent it's nice to see the world through her eyes. She is going to be my ticket to the top, and I won’t have to worry about my money coming from dear old dad.

“Okay, Addy, whatever you say. You ready to go eat. We can pretend that didn’t happen and just have a regular business meeting. The last thing I want is to be your rebound guy,” I tell her. With her taste still on my lips making me crave more. I remind myself and my dick this is business and to stop thinking of anything else.

She nods but still doesn’t look my way. I watch as she pulls on her a shapeless sweater that does nothing to diminish how sexy she is and walks to the door.

Does she think if she looks at me I’ll come after her again for sex? What kind of man does she think I am? Or is she afraid she will come after me? I remember her voicemail from so many years ago. How angry she sounded when she called me oversexed. This game might be fun to play if one of us doesn’t get hurt in the end. The issue is I have to keep her happy and committed to sing with me or all my plans fall apart.

Maybe I should stop this game before it even starts. It would be the smart thing to do. But if we’re going to be singing together and to each other, the sexual tension will be good for the music.

“I have a song I’ve been thinking we can start with that I’ve written. I have the pages in the truck so you can look at them on the way to the restaurant.” I tell her. Wanting her attention back on me.

Finally, she turns her pretty brown eyes on me. “Really, you write your music too?”

“Yes, I do. You have to make it anymore. Unless you’re Beyoncé or something.” I laugh at my own stupid joke. I’m sensitive about letting people read anything I write, but I don’t want her to know that. Secretly, I hope she really likes my lyrics.

“Who said I agreed to sing with you. This was a business meeting for you to try and convince me this is a good idea. Remember?”

“Well, we just proved we work well together.” I think we’ve surpassed business meeting and this has turned into a date, but who am I to know?

Her face turns bright red and I can’t help but smile. I hope she is remembering my lips all over her under her dress because I know that’s what all she be thinking about for the rest of the night.

“Just remember I haven’t agreed to anything yet. I don’t like singing in front of crowds and I don’t think I will ever want to be famous.”

“All I ask is you keep an open mind. We can work something out, and you can get over your stage fright. I will help you. Your voice needs to be heard.”

“I said I would listen that’s why we're going, but I don’t think you are going to be able to convince me.” She pulls her bottom lip with her teeth and I hold in my groan. She is going to be super difficult and just that simple act shot lust through me.

“Well if you don’t think I’m going to be able to get you to sing with me I guess there is no reason for you to read my song.”

Her head whips around so she can stare at me. Game on.

“No, you should let me see what you've written. It will help me decide if this is going to be worth it. I don’t want to sing just any song.”

I smile at her and wink. We both know she just fell into my trap and she is stuck.

We get to my truck and I open the door for her, helping her in. I try to ignore the beautiful way her dress flutters around her legs or the way she crosses her ankles as she gets situated in the seat. She really is different from the other girls I’m around. Savannah would have been trying to give me road head after doing a line of my dashboard. I kind of stifle a chuckle at the contrast.

“Such a gentleman,” Ada smiles.

“Hey, I try,” giving her my award-winning smile. I close the door and take my time walking around the back of the truck. Before I get to the driver’s side, I quickly re-adjust my still rock-hard cock. Even though the mood was dead and gone, my mini-me didn’t get the notice. He’s still primed and ready to go.

Taking a deep breath, I open my door and climb in. Her smile is beautiful and it sends a ping right through my chest. I need to watch out, or I may be in more trouble than I was anticipating.

On the way to the restaurant, Ada reads my music and I must admit, I’m more than just a little nervous. She’s quiet as she reads it and I have glanced at her a hundred times trying to determine what she thinks by her facial expressions.

After parking the truck, I help her down and we walk to the restaurant entrance. It’s a nice Italian place I wouldn’t bring just anyone to. Thomas told me I needed to get her on our side tonight so I was pulling out all the stops. I hope she appreciates it. I admire her backside in the dress. I’d been so close to getting off her as she walks in front of me and I shake my head. Yep, I’m in trouble.

“So, what did you think?” I can’t hold it in anymore. She’d read over it without saying a word the whole way over and the anticipation is killing me. I find myself really caring what she thinks. I can’t explain why, but her opinion is important to me.

“I think I need to hear it with the music to know if I can sing it with you,” she says.

She didn’t deny singing it with me so I took that as a plus, but it still didn’t answer my question. We take our seats at the table and the waitress brings bread and water.

“I mean what do you think of the lyrics?” I try not to let her see how desperate I am for her opinion.



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