Page 26 of The Game
Knowing she feels the chemistry and tension the same way I do—trying to hold onto control and notsnap—I’d love nothing more than to drive into the nearest curb, grab her face, and kiss her.
But that would probably earn me another slap across the face. I must make it clear what I want, but I also have to be smart about this.
I know I’ve pushed her as far as I could today; she probably thinks she’s “lost” another one of our battles, but she couldn’t be more wrong.
She may have unintentionally shared more of her thoughts than she meant, but to me, that only makes her more appealing.
I can tell Sarah enjoys being in control, having things her way. This thing between us feels like it’s slipping out of her control, and I love pushing her boundaries.
I park in the lot, and Sarah jumps out of the car. There’s no way I’d let her walk alone to her door. She may go to a good college, but that doesn’t mean decent people go there.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going, captain?” she asks me, and I know her temper is her best defence.
That control probably feels better when she’s angry.
And we’re back to the whole captain thing.
“I’m walking you to your door, angel. Wouldn’t want some frat boy to take advantage of you.”
She huffs, but when I start walking in the wrong direction, she gives in and points me toward her dorm. Her heels click on the pavement, and I decide I’m not much better than a horny frat boy as I gaze at her walking in front of me.
When we reach her door, she unlocks it, then turns around.
“Thank you for driving us, that was sweet of you,” she says, giving me a small smile.
I lean down, and I see her eyes widen, probably thinking I’ll go in for a kiss. I give her a small kiss on her cheek before whispering into her ear.
“I’ll give you a ride anytime you want, angel,” I whisper, before I give her a slight nudge to get her inside her apartment.
She gives me one last lingering look before she goes inside and locks her door.
I leave her building, heading back to my car with my head filled with all things Sarah Parker.
Chapter 6
Sarah
I’m breathing heavily, wondering why Alexander McGregor is so magnetic, making me feel out of control and flustered from a simple kiss on the cheek.
It’s not fair; he shouldn’t influence me this way, especially given how we first met.
Whenever he’s around, I feel vulnerable, exposed, and like I have no control.
The tension during our car ride was enough to set my blood on fire. And don’t get me started on the whole he-likes-to-have-sex-to-relieve-tension thing.
I really didn’t need that image—Alexander, hot and frustrated, in bed, relieving the tension in his mind and body.
Just thinking about it and how casually he talks about sex with Samantha and me—made me feel like I was ready to burst.
It’s his routine, and he believed I was the ideal person to do it with.
What’s even more intimidating is that I prefer to handle tensions the same way with a regular partner.
Something tells me I’ll need to find a new candidate, given the tensions Alexander is bringing to my body.
Typically, I make all the decisions, calling the shots on whether to give a guy a chance. I like to keep them at arm’s length.
This man is very different from the ones before him. Alexander is invading my space, my mind, and my body, and I’m not able to keep up.
