Hate at First Sight by Diana Nixon

crushed on mine again, and his hands started stroking my back and sides.
    The pulsation in my belly was unbearable, but no matter how hard I tried to make Aiden stay, he left. Leaving me and my crazy desires unsatisfied….
     
    The sexy images of Aiden and me in each other’s embrace never left me till the morning. I had been turning and tossing for hours, when the alarm clock finally rang, saving me from my dreamy torture. What a night!
    I desperately needed a cup of coffee. I put on my robe and ran downstairs. Thank God, the kitchen was empty. I looked at the clock on the wall - 5:30 a.m. What? Uh, the week at home was going to finish me off soon. I shook my head, yawning.
    When the coffee was ready, I took my cup and went to the terrace. I sat on a chair and wrapped a blanket around my legs.
    The color of the sky reminded me of those early mornings when I woke up at the break of dawn just to draw the surroundings, illuminated by the first rays of summer sun. Yes, there was a time when I adored drawing. I could spend hours, locked in my room and creating new pictures of different places and things I wanted to see. Too bad I didn’t manage to improve my drawing skills. Economics took most of my time.
    My dad always liked my works. He said I saw only good things about the life around me. Well, yes, it was true … until one day I realized that what I saw wasn’t real, and that the world around me was far from what I imagined it to be.
    I sighed sadly. Too many things had changed since that time….
    The glass door behind me opened, and I spilled my coffee, caught off guard by the unexpected guest.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Aiden said, taking a seat next to me.
    “This chair is too small for the two of us,” I said, moving to give him more space.
    He looked at me, a cunning smile playing on his lips. “Maybe I want to be as close to you as possible.”
    “Yeah, so I thought,” I said, watching him. His hair wasn’t combed, a five-o’clock shadow covered his cheeks and chin, but he still looked perfect. Like a man that every woman would love to see first thing in the morning. He was wearing jeans and white T-shirt, his feet were bare.
    “Isn’t it too early for a coffee?” he asked, nodding towards the cup in my hands.
    “No, it’s just the right time to have it. Want some?”
    “Sure.”
    I thought he would take my cup and take a few sips. Instead, he put his palms around mine and brought the cup to his lips, making me move closer; his eyes never left mine.
    “Mmm … you are right. It’s a perfect time for a cup of coffee.” Then his gaze slipped to my lips, and he leaned forward. “What about a morning kiss?” he asked softly.
    I shook my head. “Bad timing.”
    Aiden laughed quietly, taking another sip of my coffee. “Last night you didn’t mind kissing me.”
    I stopped breathing at once. “What?” There was no way he knew about my dream.
    “And I remember how hard you tried to make me stay.”
    No freaking way….
    “And you almost succeeded. My desire to stay was beyond understanding.”
    I couldn’t believe it was real. “You are kidding me, right?”
    Aiden frowned, staring back at me. “No.”
    “So it wasn’t a dream?”
    “A what?” He chuckled, as he put my cup on the floor, near the chair.
    “Oh, no….” I closed my eyes, feeling the predatory blush covering me from head to toe.
    “You thought it was a dream?” Aiden put a finger under my chin. “Look at me, Megan. Do I look like a man who enjoys seducing half-asleep women?”
    I desperately wanted to sink under the floor.
    “Answer the question, Megs.”
    “No”.
    Aiden rose to his feet, his eyes flashed mischievously.
    But there was one thing I wanted to know. “Why did you leave?” I asked, meeting his stare.
    He put his hands on both sides of the chair, leaning over me. “Because I’m sure that making love with you can’t be a quiet moment. And I didn’t want your parents or brother to kick me