Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

“Tanner,” he said, stepping up to face me.

“Dean,” I said, not sure whether to offer a handshake or not.

He looked good, very relaxed, and I was almost jealous of that fact. We stood there staring at each other for several moments, the situation both intense and awkward. It had been many years since we had last seen each other, and I didn’t even know what to say. He looked irritated as usual, but personally, I really didn’t care all that much.

“I saw that MJ was sponsoring,” he grumbled. “It’s a shame this polo match has lowered its standards in that way. It seems all the trash has come out now.”

I stood there for a second folding his words over in my head. At first, I almost thought I heard him wrong, knowing there was no possible way that he had just walked up after all this time and made his first full sentence an insult. I must have been going crazy, right? Nope, I was not crazy in the least, and it was almost humorous to me how irritated he was after all these years. He was a man who could hold a grudge.

“Really?” I laughed and shook my head. “All these years later, and you’re still angry.”

“I don’t waste anger on you,” he scoffed. “Just pointing out the facts.”

“Yeah, well, at least my half of the company is still going strong,” I snapped back. “And I recreated your half, probably better than you could have done yourself. In fact, have you heard the news? We’re merging with the number three company. Sounds like this trash is handling itself pretty well.”

“You always have been an arrogant son of a bitch,” he growled, stepping forward. “You never could understand that you didn’t do any of this all on your own. You’ve always stood on the shoulders of greats.”

“Really? And what great shoulders would those be? Yours?”

I felt bad for some reason, and it was in my nature to be combatant. However, after so many years, I didn’t harness the same anger Dean had held on to. I should have just walked away, but he was being such an asshole. We stood there for several minutes exchanging verbal blows like we were in high school.

“I have successfully run one of the largest Fortune 500 companies in the world,” he said. “I have kept a beautiful family in place, raised a strong, independent daughter

, been married for over twenty-five years. What do you have to say for your life beyond your company?”

“My life is my company.” I chuckled, thinking about Ava but pushing it from my mind. “I chose the path best for me, and you know as well as I do that picnics and tea parties were never on my list of accomplishments. Hell, if they were on yours, you nailed it, but while you were playing dolls and being the ‘man of the house’ I was making millions, growing a company, and becoming the top person in my field. Doesn’t sound like a wasted life to me.”

“You are so naïve,” he said, chuckling. “When you die, will you bury the buildings you built with you? Will you fill your casket with hundred-dollar bills? I’ll be surrounded by people who love me, people I had personal and beautiful relationships with. You will have your secretary and the gravedigger. Sounds like you are the one who truly is missing out. I’ll tell you what I told you before, Tanner. One day, you’re going to regret pushing everyone aside for your dreams. One day, you’re going to want the time back, but by then it will be too late.”

I stared at him for several minutes, blinking my eyes, trying to understand why those words were hitting me so hard in the chest. Had I gotten so hung up on Ava that Dean was making sense for once? I shook my head and forced a smile, turned and walked away. It was the only thing I could do, since words had seemed to have left me behind. I grabbed my keys and left the match, not wanting to look at any of these people anymore. I knew the execs would have my ass Monday, and I knew leaving would look bad on the company, but I couldn’t sit there any longer and deal with that. I was angry, and I didn’t even know why. Sure, Dean really knew how to get under my skin, but this time was different, his words hit me like a punch in the gut. I didn’t like it, and I needed to get my mind off it or I would obsess for the rest of the day.

I walked straight to my car and jumped inside, gripping the steering wheel and growling. I needed to clear my head, think about something else. I sat there thinking for a few minutes before pulling off and out of the country club compound. I knew exactly what I needed. There was no question about it. I was tired of holding back and tired of skirting the issue. I was going to go do what I wanted to do for a change, and hopefully, it didn’t blow up in my face.

Chapter 10: Ava

I sat on my couch, my feet propped up, still wearing my pajamas and covered in a nice, soft blanket. This was exactly what I needed, some quiet time to sort through my thoughts. It wasn’t very often that I took any time for myself like this, and though I was playing sick, it was a good excuse to sit around and do nothing all day except munch on snacks and watch movies. Still, with all the free time and willingness to work things out in my mind so I could get back on track with my career, I found myself daydreaming about Tanner. It was like my own brain was betraying me, and it was starting to get frustrating. I really wanted to throw some clothes on and go for a walk or do some shopping, but I was playing sick. Though the likeliness of my parents checking on me was slim to none, I didn’t want to take any chances. It was like calling out of work sick and then being seen at the club or bar that night. It never turned out well for you.

I got up and went over to the fridge, staring into the bleak emptiness that it was. I had been so busy lately, I’d forgotten to get any groceries. Now, I was left hungry and housebound. It was a good thing I lived in New York where there was a delivery or takeout place on every corner. At the same time, I just wanted someone to make the decision for me. I was not in the mood to browse every single takeout menu in the drawer. I grabbed the last apple off the counter and bottle of water in the fridge and sighed as I sat back down on the couch. I guess I was destined for healthy food, since I couldn’t seem to make up my mind.

I glanced over out the window at the sunshine and wondered what Tanner was doing. I knew he was at the polo match, but I was curious about whether he took a date, what he did at events by himself, and whether he was thinking about me at all. I knew it was stupid to even entertain the ideas, but I was having a free day of thinking, so I allowed myself to indulge in the thought process. Besides, what could it really hurt to think about those things? Maybe it would help me stop obsessing over him if I made myself believe he was a huge douche bag.

I laid my head down on the throw pillow and set my apple on the coffee table, staring up at the romantic comedy playing on the screen. It was one of my favorites with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks, but now, it seemed a little silly. Tanner was not the guy who was going to be the star in a real-life romance. He was more the one-night stand guy that everyone forgets about twenty minutes into the movie.

I laughed at myself as I thought about Tanner in any type of romantic comedy. As I humored myself, I looked up, hearing a knock at the door. Maybe I was wrong about my parents not checking up on me, but they should still be at the match, and my mother would never leave that match early, even if there was an alien attack or she was losing a limb. It was one of the biggest social days of the year for her. I walked over to the door and opened it up, sniffling just for added effect. Immediately, I stood up straight and smiled, seeing Tanner’s face looking back at me. He smiled charmingly at me as he held out two bags of takeout.

“I think you read my mind,” I said, taking the bags from him and inviting him in. “I was starving and couldn’t decide on what I wanted to eat.”

“Perfect timing, then,” he said, laughing. “I was coming to check on you.”

“You do know I’m not actually sick, right?” I laughed and peeked in the bags, feeling his presence in the room.

For some reason, I didn’t feel quite as hungry as I had before and just having him in my apartment sent chills down my back. He was so sexy, too, with his clothes on from the polo match and his hair pushed to the side instead of the normal perfect do on top of his head. I turned around and looked at him, hearing him close the front door and linger there in the living room.

“I know,” he said. “I wanted to see you again, out of work.”

I watched him walk across the room and look down at my mess in the living room. He watched the rom-com on the television that was on mute and picked up the remote, clicking off the television. The intensity between us was thick as he stood bathed in the evening light coming through the windows. He stuck his hands in his pockets and tilted his head at me, biting his bottom lip. Holy shit that was hot. I put down the bag and started to walk forward, first at a slow pace but then picking up to a jog. He took his hands out of his pockets as I hopped up, wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing my mouth hard against him.

He wrapped his arms around me and gripped my ass, squeezing hard and groaning as his tongue immediately pushed through my lips and swirled around, tasting me. I could feel him pulling me in, breaking me down, and readying me for what was to come. I knew there was something about this that was wrong, but I didn’t give a damn anymore. We had wanted each other since the first day I had sat in front of him. I could fight myself over and over again, but I would still come to the same conclusion.