I destroyed your clothes, which was ungentlemanly of me. Consider these a gesture of my feelings.
Valentin
His feelings? The man had feelings for me? That wasn’t good. No, the entire situation was disastrous. I backed away a second time, taking several deep breaths. Damn it. I was lightheaded, a little woozy from the champagne.
And from the explosive sex.
Oh, God. Oh…
I couldn’t ignore the packages any longer. What I found inside floored me. He’d purchased a similar skirt and blouse as well as new lingerie, panties and bras. He knew my size. I wasn’t certain if that made me feel fabulous or if my skin should crawl.
The last bag was unexpected, a beautiful dress meant for nights out dancing. A rush of emotions flowed through me as I held it into the light. The gorgeous dress was definitely something that should be worn to a fabulous club, dancing the night away. I closed my eyes, allowing the various images of the night to flow through my mind.
The night hadn’t just been about capturing my body, releasing the wants and needs of the woman inside.
The brutal man with the sexy smile and slight dimple had managed to awaken something else.
And it scared me to death.