She slowly pulled the door opened and listened for movement in her house. None. She took a step out and listened some more. Still nothing. Had he left? Part of her basked in relief that he probably wasn’t in her space anymore while she denied any of the disappointment trying to tango with her heart. No men. No relationship. And certainly not hot movie stars! She shook her head as she made her way down the hall and into the kitchen. No, there wasn’t any room in her life for anyone like Zane Adler.
After grabbing a bottled water from the fridge, she heard him bump into some furniture.
“Don’t go,” he said from the living room. “I can’t stand the idea of not having you in my arms at night. Every night. Be with me. Now.” Those pleading words were like arrows to piercing her soul. Drawn to him, she kicked her heels off in the kitchen and tiptoed down the hallway. She wanted just a glimpse of him acting.
His back was turned to her, his shoulders tense as his hands gripped his waist. She let her gaze fall onto his shaggy, dishwater-blond hair and then took in the sight of him. She twisted the cap as quiet as she could and took a sip of water as her eyes trailed down the length of him, resting longer on his broad shoulders and then his shapely ass. His baggy jeans hid his lower half but she figured that half of his body was just as toned as the revealed upper part. Desire boiled in the pit of her stomach and pooled between her legs, dampening her panties.
Not seeing her behind him, he continued with his lines. “What? Don’t say that,” he said, his voice dropping him more as if he had a broken heart. “Don’t do this to me.”
How was it possible to detest this man from the moment he walked into her front door, and now she was almost drooling over him? She shook her head again. This just didn’t make sense. “You’re a stupid woman, Bailey Roan,” she mumbled to herself.
He must’ve heard her voice because he whirled around to face her. “Oh,” he said, “You startled me.”