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  I grab my cell phone but immediately realize that I can’t call Daniel because I don’t have his cell phone number. But I won’t allow that to deter me. Instead I am going to call his office to get his contact details. I have made enough phone calls in my life to know that I can get anything out of anyone if I need to.

  “Hello, Advertising Enterprises, how may I help you?” comes the immediate silky reply.

  “Is Daniel Wilson there please?” I bark, not in the mood for messing around. “Please tell him that it’s Gemma Dove calling for him. I’m sure he will know what I am talking about.”

  “Ah, Gemma.” The girl on the other end of the phone talks to me like I am an old friend. “How are you? It looks like you had a really great date for the charity last night. The pictures are online…”

  “They are?” I have to admit this takes the wind out my sails a little bit. As the girl talks to me, I grab my laptop and switch it on to take a look at the charity website and yep, just as stated, the pictures are there, torturing me, reminding me of a simpler time when I hadn’t hopped in to bed with my enemy. “Oh my God.”

  “Yes, so Daniel has actually gone home to work for the day, but I can pass on your details…”

  “Can you just give me his address instead?” I growl back. “I want to see him, and I know that he wants to see me as well.” A little white lie doesn’t hurt anyone. Well, maybe Daniel but that’s all. “I know he does.”

  Much to my relief, she doesn’t push me further and she gives me the much-needed information. I nearly fist bump with excitement when I know that I can confront Daniel now without making a scene. I don’t want to make it worse by yelling at him in front of all of his employees, especially when it looks like the world is already talking about is. There are comments galore on these pictures and I don’t like it one bit.

  “Thank you very much, I really appreciate it. I’m sure that I will speak to you soon. You have been great.”

  “Oh sure, any advice that you need about Daniel, that’s what I am here for…” she tells me in a syrupy smooth voice. God, it really sounds like everyone already sees us as a couple after one dinner… although I suppose if I am truly honest with myself and I look at these images with an outsider mentality, not including my own feelings in this, then we do kinda look like we are a couple here and that we’re having fun. You wouldn’t know that at the moment the photographs were being taken, we were hissing insults at one another.

  Once I hang up the phone, I do stop just to admire how good we could look together if we didn’t hate each other. It could be something pretty cool, if we wanted it to be. But then I remember that the reason we can’t even talk about that right now is because he walked out on me like an asshole, like a piece of shit, and the red-hot anger burns all the way through my body once more. This is why I need to kick his ass. My body is flaming, raging, consumed with such a temper that I am even scaring myself with the sheer volume of it all.

  I need to get showered and dressed, make myself look my best, then go and tell him what is what. He needs to learn that he can’t just behave like an asshole all the time. That he can’t make people feel like he has done me. I mean, does he even know that this is what he’s doing? Does he understand that this is the fall out of his actions? I don’t know and I don’t know if I want to hear his excuses right now. I just want to do some yelling…

  My whole body trembles with rage as I stand outside the front door of Daniel Wilson. This is a place where I never thought that I would be and even less so in this situation, but here I am, facing my worst nightmare. I look good, that is the only saving grace. I have made sure that I am on top form so he can see that I mean business.

  “Come on,” I hiss to myself trying to gear myself up. “Come on, just do this already.”

  I bang hard, probably a little too hard on his door. Immediately I wince but then I realize that this is good. This is me setting the tone for what is to come next. He needs to know that I’m not messing about.

  “Hello?” I have to admit that I’m a little shocked when I see Daniel. He looks rougher than I was expecting, almost as if he’s struggling with what happened as well… but then he is the one who ran out on me, he made things awkward like this, so I can’t get lost in feeling sorry for him. “Gemma, what are you doing here?”

  “I got your address from the woman who works for you.” I throw my hands on my hips. “It wasn’t hard since she seems to be under the impression that me and you are dating. I guess that’s thanks to Paige…”

  “Yeah, that was a bit of a nightmare, wasn’t it? I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”

  “No… me neither.” Why does he keep knocking me off kilter? “But that isn’t the point. I haven’t come here to talk about the pictures online. I have come here to discuss your behavior, which quite frankly was disgusting.”

  “Hang on a moment.” He steps to one side, basically inviting me in. I guess he doesn’t want all of the yelling outside and since I am not one to make a scene in front of other people I do as he wants. “It takes two to tango.”

  I am left gob smacked. Does he really think that’s what this is about? Does he think that I am upset about the sex? I guess I am, even if it was good, but more at myself than him. I’m the one who shouldn’t have fallen in to his arms. My annoyance is obviously the way he acted this morning… but he has started walking through his home and through some glass doors on to a decking area, so I follow him because I am not done yet.

  I guess he does want to have this conversation outside after all. Just not out the front of his house.

  “I know that it takes two to tango, Daniel, I’m not an idiot,” I spit out while waving my hands around in frustration. He has barely said anything yet and I feel like he’s winning this conversation which is utterly infuriating. “But the way that you treat women is gross. Obviously, you like your play boy image for some reason. You think that it makes you look cool or whatever… your prerogative. But acting like we are just objects, notches on your bed post, statues to just fuck and walk away from is horrible. It is so disrespectful. People have feelings, you know? People deserve to have a conversation, to be treated as humans.”

  Much to my surprise, his expression softens, and he takes a step closer to me. “Did I hurt your feelings?”

  “I… no…” I take a step back from him because having him in my personal space is too much to bear. I can feel my thoughts circling and tumbling like crazy and I really need to keep my head on straight for this. “I didn’t say that. It isn’t like I have any feelings for you that can be hurt. I just don’t like being disrespected.”

  “So, because I ran out in the morning, I’m an asshole?” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I thought that you wouldn’t want to talk. We don’t normally talk so I thought that it might be weird. I wanted to make sure that you were comfortable, and I assumed that you wouldn’t want to discuss a drunken mistake.”

  “Well…” Shit, he was trying to do me a favor? Both of us a favor? I don’t know, it seems more like he panicked to me. “Don’t you think that you should have given me a chance first? Just tried? Because if I did have feelings for you, which I don’t, I would like to make that clear, then this would hurt me. I’m sure that you must have a trail of broken hearts after you. Doesn’t that bother you? Don’t you want to change your ways?”

  “I am always honest,” he replies a little tartly. “I always tell the truth about how it’s going to be a one-time thing. I don’t feel like I am doing anything wrong. I don’t see why I need to change my ways until the time is right.” He shrugs his shoulders. “When the right woman comes along, then things will be different.”

  Wow, I don’t think I ever would have expected that from Daniel. If I ever thought about him, which I don’t, then I would imagine him as an eighty-year-old still trying to pull eighteen-year-old girls. But I guess not…

  “You didn’t say that to me.” I press my finger hard in to his chest. “You didn’t say anything.�
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  “I know.” His hand rests on my shoulder and I don’t know why. But I don’t shake it off this time. “It didn’t exactly crop up and that was wrong of me. I’m sorry.” His hand is on my cheek now. What the hell is going on? This isn’t going the way that I expected at all and my head is twisting too much for me to get myself in order. “I should have been more respectful of you because you deserve so much better…”

  And then his lips are on mine and I can’t seem to stop him. I don’t seem to want to…

  Chapter 9 – Daniel

  I shove her up against the wall and grab her thigh between my eager fingers, loving the way that my heart thunders violently against my rib cage as I do. Having Gemma yell at me like that was oddly thrilling and I kinda want more. There is really something about the hate chemistry between us which makes it fucking incredible.

  Maybe I should have stuck around this morning so we could have had round two… not that I ever have round two. In fact, I shouldn’t be having round two right now, this is dangerous territory, but I can’t stop.

  “Oh fuck.” I bury my face in to Gemma’s hair and massage her on the outside of her panties. Lace, this time. There is a wet heat emanating off her already, letting me know just how much she wants me. She hates me, she is fucking fuming at me, but she still wants to fuck me which is exciting in such an unusual way.

  I continue to massage her, circling my thumb around her clit as I slide my kisses down her body, never going under the material so I’m not quite giving Gemma what she craves from me, instead I’m teasing her in to an oblivion and I love it. I want to corrupt her, to send her head flying. I use my free hand to shrug off her jacket before slipping down the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. Thankfully she doesn’t have a bra on underneath, she doesn’t need one, so I pop a nipple between my lips and teeth and taste her like crazy.

  “Shit,” Gemma cries out and she tosses her head back. Her raven dark hair spills down her back making my pulse race faster. “Fucking hell, what are you doing to me, Daniel? Why are you sending me wild again?”

  I love the way that she is being so honest with her emotions, with her needs. I groan loudly, the sound vibrating through her body, and I slide increasingly further down her body until my knees hit the floor with a thump. There is a little spike of pain, but I don’t let that detract me for even a second. I am a man on a mission.

  “Oh God, what are you doing?” she moans in sheer ecstasy. “We’re outside, don’t forget.”

  I don’t care about that. Right now, me and Gemma are in a lust filled bubble and the rest of the world doesn’t exist. I wouldn’t be able to stop even if all of my neighbors were watching. Not that anyone can really see in my yard, so we’re safe. But I want Gemma to get caught up in the idea that we could get caught at any time, that there is danger surrounding us, so I keep my mouth shut as I shimmy her skirt down and I pull her panties off.

  “Daniel, honestly, what are you doing?” She sounds weaker now, she’s giving in to me. I love it. “Oh my God, you are crazy. I love it. There is something seriously unhinged about you.”

  I press my lips to her pussy, letting her know which way this is going. I keep my eyes fixed up on her to check that she’s okay. She definitely is, so I push my lips further down, edging towards her clit by the second. I nudge Gemma’s thighs further apart with my nose and she allows them to fall willingly. Inhaling her wonderfully divine scent immediately lets me know that from this angle I’m not going to be able to get enough of her. I need more.

  I grab Gemma by the ass and pull her closer to me. She falls willingly against me and even allows me to whip her up from her feet and press her down on the decking where I can really widen her thighs. She might not be comfortable on the hard wooden floor, but she doesn’t make any sound of complain. More a whimper of delight.

  That’s the moment that I start to devour her. My tongue explores every damn inch of her, tracing patterns over her clit, plunging deep inside of her, drawing up and down her soaking we slit, and she tastes fucking incredible. It seems that Gemma Dove has such a phenomenal body that she is worth breaking my one-time only rule. Having her thrash and crumble under the power of the onslaught of pleasure that I am giving her means I would even consider seeing her and exploring her a third time. Actually, right now, I wouldn’t mind hanging out with her on a regular basis… as long as we don’t have to talk to one another because we’re never going to get on in that way.

  “Oh shit.” She stiffens. The pleasure is shooting through her, she is falling apart, and I love it. I am fucking rock hard already, about to explode and erupt. I need to try and keep myself under control. “Fuck, Daniel.”

  And then the pleasure rockets through her. She basically shatters and falls apart purely under the pressure of my tongue and it makes me feel phenomenal. I keep the pleasure going, I don’t stop tasting her, not until she has stopped the screaming and she is absolutely spent from the orgasm. I’m sure that my neighbors are glad, this must be a nightmare for them even if they can’t see because I’m sure that they can hear… but unfortunately for them I am not done with Gemma yet. I still need more from her; my cock is on fire and I can’t hold back any longer.

  “Get on all fours,” I growl in a demanding tone of voice. “I need to be inside of you.”

  Gemma looks at me for a moment like she doesn’t have the strength to do anything, but I set her a challenge with my fiery gaze and she rises to it. The competition still remains between us and she won’t let it go. I fucking love that about her, she is just like me in that respect, and it just sets me alight even more.

  “Like this?” Gemma tosses her hair over her shoulder and smirks at me. With her ass wiggling in the air she winks and blows me a kiss which leaves me trembling so violently that I can hardly unbutton my trousers. Thankfully, I discover just enough inner strength to pull myself free and I keep my eyes fixed firmly on that sexy body as hers as I sheath myself. Danger outside is one thing, but danger when it comes to sexual risk is something that I will never play about with. Any guy who doesn’t want to settle down should know that.

  “Just like that.” I move closer to her and grab her hips. My fingers can’t seem to stop from curling around her, to dig in to her skin as I bring her closer to me. It’s almost like I can’t bear the idea of letting her go for even a second because then there is no telling what will happen. “Fucking hell, Gemma, just like that.”

  I bury myself deep inside of her and let out a guttural groan. Her pussy feels so good around me, her walls clamp tightly to me, I can tell that she doesn’t want to let me go either which makes it that much more thrilling. As does the sound of her ass clapping back against me with every single thrust. Fuck, she looks good from this angle. Powerful yet vulnerable all at once. Her ass is wonderful, her breasts magnificent, I think that she might be the hottest woman that I have ever seen. Being inside of her means that I can ignore her personality and just see her for the sexual goddess that she is. I think she might be the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen.

  “Shit, Gemma…” Her name rolls off my tongue as the hot bliss starts to explode and erupt through my body. “Gemma, oh my God, Gemma…” I keep saying her name, it has become like a prayer. “Gemma Dove…”

  As I lose my mind and I fill her up with my seed, there is a heat in my chest surrounding my heart like I have never experienced before. I am definitely far more in to this than I have ever been with another woman before which is scary and exciting all at once. I want to know more, I want to explore every inch of her, I want to know more about this woman physically and maybe even mentally as well. That’s surprising since I haven’t ever liked her, but there might be something captivating about this woman which I haven’t learned before…

  Eventually, me and Gemma collapse on to the decking gasping for air like we are exhausted. I reach out to touch Gemma, to kinda hold her a little but she immediately snatches away. Without the lust surrounding her I guess she doesn’t want to be anywhe
re near me which I have to admit is crushingly disappointing.

  “We… we shouldn’t have done this, should we?” she gasps as she pushes herself in to a sitting position. Her knees curl up to her chest to hide herself away from me. “This isn’t why I’m here. I came to yell at you, not to… well, you know.” God, she can’t even say sex which is bad. We are back on bad territory. “I just… I want to be treated with respect which means that I should do the same for you.” I sit up now, but I don’t make any effort to hide myself. She has already seen me naked so there isn’t to hide now. “We can’t see one another again, can we? We have to… to keep away from each other. Like you said, we don’t often see one another anyway…”

  “Oh right.” Hmm, I guess we aren’t going to see one another again. I won’t be exploring everything about her body after all which is a shame. More than a shame, I’m really gutted. “Yes, maybe you are right.”

  “So, I will get dressed quickly and… be out of here.” She stares at me now, wanting me gone. I do the only thing that I can and respect her by walking away. I don’t even bother to take my clothes as I go inside.

  “Fuck.” I run my fingers through my hair now noticing that I’m shaking. “Fucking hell.”

  Do I like Gemma? Do I want to spend more time with her? No, surely not. I might like her body, I might adore the idea of being inside of her, but I have to remember that I don’t like her personality at all. We don’t get along and not just because we are business rivals but because she is cold and unlikable. She is the ice queen. Even if I have seen a slightly different side to her the last couple of days it doesn’t mean that I like her now…

  No, she’s right. I need to let her go. We need to stay apart from one another because it’s toxic and crazy. We need to forget about one another. Just because I broke my one rule once it doesn’t matter, I don’t have to do it again. Not until I meet the woman who I actually want to be with. I won’t ever go back for more unless I think that she might be the one that I am going to marry.