Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 20

I feel him looking at me without having to turn around and seeing his eyes.

Grabbing the bottle of water I’m looking for, I stand up straight, close the fridge door, and slowly turn around to avoid the inevitable, afraid of what I’ll find.

However, as I lock eyes with him, the sight that awaits me is difficult to describe. It’s a look of sinful nights, silk sheets, and bodies wrapped up in

each other.

He needs to stop looking like that. Like some dark, tortured prince who probably has tragic poetry written about Alm.

His jaw is clenched, his hands fisted at his side as if holding himself back. From what, I’m not sure yet. The problem is that I’m not sure I want him to hold back.

I try to ignore the flutter in my belly and the ache low in my core, but with every passing second we stand here and stare at each other, it’s becoming increasingly difficult. He awakens something in me I never even knew existed, much less know how to navigate.

He suddenly speaks, low and gravelly, “What?”

I blink, my brain struggling to compute what words are right now, but eventually blurt out, “Huh? Nothing,” I say, hoping my non–answer appeases him.

He does that

it head tilting thing I’m coming to notice he does just before calling me out on my bullshit. “You keep looking at my mouth.”

Feigning to be appalled, I even place a hand on my chest as I say vehemently, “I do mort”

He takes a couple of steps closer to me, close enough that his unique scent wraps around me, but not near enough for us to touch. Not yet, at least

In an amused tone, he says, “Little Menace, I have perfect eyesight.”

Then, without giving me a chance to get snarky with him, he shocks the hell out of me by saying, low and in a dark tone that could rival the deepest pits of hell, “If you want something, take it.”

As he looks at me, waiting for my response to his baiting of me, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to give myself over to him and the desires he awakens in me. I have a feeling it won’t be gentle, and it won’t be love–making that’s sweet. It’ll be rough, intense, and soul- destroying.

You’ll never be the same once you give yourself to him. You’ll crave what he can do to you and your body like an addictive drug there’s no cure for. You’ll be a shell of your former self when you’re not in his orbit. He’ll become your be–all, end–all.

It should be something to be concerned about. And yet, I am not.

As I’m about to step forward and take the kiss we’ve both been craving, my goddamn doorbell rings, a–fucking–gain.

What’s it with everyone thinking my house is a revolving door today? I never get this much foot traffic over a weekend.

Thane growls, fucking growls, his frustration at being interrupted, and I’m right there with him. With all these unexpected interruptions, I can’t decide what the universe is trying to tell me. Is she warning me to stay away from him and not to sell my soul to this devil of a man? Or maybe she wants me to be entirely sure before I sell my soul to this devil of a man, and not jump into this with eyes closed, while dressed in my sluttiest lingerie.

When I get to the front door and swing it open, Gemma’s son, Michael, stands before me, his arms weighed down by a huge box.

“Michael?” I ask suspiciously.

“iti Harley, Mom sent me. She said it was your day off, but knew you’d want to see the new books delivered early this morning. Something about cataloging them before going onto the shelves?”

Michael is a sweet guy in his early forties. He is divorced, nice, friendly, helpful, but too bland for my tastes. He sometimes helps out around the shop as a favor to his mom. I’ve offered numerous times to pay him for carrying heavy items, rearranging the displays, and sometimes event showing the customers where certain sections of books are in the store.

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Chapter 20

He always just hints that I can let him take me out for coffee as a thank you. Until now, I’ve had a valid excuse of being in a relationship, but I’m unsure how to navigate that conversation now that Steven was kicked to the curb. But, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. Now is not the time to worry about it.

1 should be worried about the brooding mammoth of a man in my home that tends not to like it when other men are in my vicinity. Hopefully, he won’t growl at this one too.

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