Page 27 of The Path to Loving Him
Oh, okay . . . *ahem*.
So he’s just going to say it like that?
Got to appreciate a man for not beating around the bush.
“I don’t see why that’s an issue,” I say.
“You don’t?” He raises a brow.
I cross my arms at my chest. “Yeah, I don’t see what the problem is. So we did it. It was fine?—”
“Fine?” His eyebrows fly up so fast, I swear it blows his hair back. “You’re calling that night . . . fine?”
Well, it was more than fine. He rocked my freaking world.
Being with Ryland fulfilled so many sexual fantasies that I always wondered about.
He made me crave things I never thought I wanted.
The groaning.
The moaning.
The spanking.
The dirty talk.
It was freaking incredible and, hands down, the best sexual experience of my life.
But besides the applause I want to hand over to him for a job well done, I don’t like the way he’s treating this entire interaction. It’s almost like he’s alluding that he thinks I’m in the wrong and should move.
It’s kind of comical.
Because over my dead body will I leave that apartment. I have a contract, a lease, so there is no way I’ll back down from it.
“Yeah, it was fine,” I say.
His eyes darken, and he takes one step closer, bringing us almost toe-to-toe.
“It was more than fine, and you know it.”
I look him in the eyes, arms still crossed. “Seems like you’re getting pretty defensive.”
“I’m not getting defensive, but I’m also not going to stand here and let you lie to my face. You and I both know that night was more than fine.”
Gulp.
Yeah, it was unbelievable.
Sometimes I can still feel him between my legs.
I look down at my nails, pretending they’re more important than the irritated man in front of me. “Either way, how people felt that night doesn’t matter.”
“Sure as fuck does,” he says.
“How? Please tell me how it matters? We’re grown-ups. It’s not like because I see you all of a sudden, I’m going to have this uncontrollable urge to just . . . to just . . . fuck my landlord. I’m able to abide by boundaries.”
“And you think you can maintain those boundaries?”
