Holy fucking hell.
I could’ve killed that man with my bare hands for what he did. Luckily, Angel brought me back to reality when I heard his sharp voice growl my name.
Then I saw Maria covered in water and glass, and my attention was diverted.
Now, she’s here in my office and I’m both elated and nervous as fuck.
Imagine that.
Me.
Nervous.
I lead her to the bathroom by her hand and motion her to sit on top of the closed toilet while I gather some first-aid supplies.
We had to pass the bedroom to get here, and the door was already open. I know she saw it, and I don’t know what she’s thinking.
I mean, I want her.
I plan on fucking her.
But I’m not going to just pounce on her like some animal.
I take a deep breath as I face her, and I take the towel from where she’s holding it against her skin.
Fuck.
She smells so good. Like honey and lilacs.
It’s a combination of fragrances I never smelled on a woman.
It whets my appetite.