her all the answer she needed. “Fine. Have it your way, Adrian .”
“I usually do.”
How could he speak to her with such cool disregard after all the sweet things he’d said? She sucked in a breath and walked away from him. He made no effort to stop her from storming out of the kitchen.
Chapter Eight
Adrian ran a hand through his hair. What the hell was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she leave well enough alone? Why did she push and push until she pissed him off and goaded him into saying things he’d later regret? He’d allowed her to jerk his chain the night before. Clearly that had been a mistake because now she wanted to change the rules of the weekend. If he allowed that, the next thing he knew she’d be trying to lead him down the aisle.
When he settled down, it sure as hell wouldn’t be with a human woman prone to resorting to tears every time she didn’t get her way. He should be with Marcella instead of with a female who gave every indication of being capable of wreaking havoc with his life and his emotions if he were foolish enough to linger around her too long.
He frowned, knowing he was partially responsible for her misconceptions. You make me burn like no other woman ever has. He knew better than to say things like that to a human woman. A fem would have taken such a declaration for what it was worth while a human woman imagined every horny man who told her love lies was in love with her.
Human women were unpredictable and too emotionally demanding. A man never knew where he stood with them. Fems were different. He thought of Marcella. She was safe. Their relationship presented no surprises. He’d had nothing but surprises from the moment he met Brandi.
Unfortunately there was very little possibility of his ever being able to impregnate Marcella. On the plus side, she didn’t turn his world upside down or expect to be his only lover. Brandi had already managed to get under his skin. If he were going to minimize the emotional havoc she generated, he needed to get the hell away from her ASAP.
The memory of turning to find her standing in the kitchen doorway wearing nothing but his shirt and then sharing one of the most emotionally and physically satisfying fucks he’d ever experienced made walking away difficult. Yet that’s what he needed to do. It’ll be a cold day in hell before you let a human woman jerk your chain anymore. So get your ass in gear, Redwolfe.
Back in the bedroom, Brandi pulled off Adrian ’s shirt. She tossed it on the bedroom floor and stormed into the bathroom. When she got back to Philly she was going to call Doug and accept his proposal. To hell with Adrian Redwolfe. She allowed herself the luxury of a brief cry before she got out of the shower to dress.
She returned to the living room to find Adrian seated on the loveseat, fully dressed.
He looked up at her entrance but didn’t speak.
She placed her weekend bag on the carpet near her feet. “Will you take me home?”
He made no effort to rise. “Yes—on Monday.”
She shook her head. “I want to go home now.”
“Why?”
“Why? Are you serious? I’ve had my fill of your company.”
“Oh?”
“Yes and I don’t want you touching me again.”
“Really?”
“Really. Please take me home.”
He gave her a cold stare. “Meeting you reminds me why I think so little of fickle human women.”
Damn him. “And after sleeping with you, it will take an entire weekend of douching before I’ll even begin to feel clean again!”
He bared his incisors and shot to his feet. He looked angry.
She tensed. Why did he have to be so volatile? Why did he think he had carte blanche to insult her as if she had no feelings?
He stalked across the room to stare down at her.
She instinctively pushed against his chest. “I
“I usually do.”
How could he speak to her with such cool disregard after all the sweet things he’d said? She sucked in a breath and walked away from him. He made no effort to stop her from storming out of the kitchen.
Chapter Eight
Adrian ran a hand through his hair. What the hell was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she leave well enough alone? Why did she push and push until she pissed him off and goaded him into saying things he’d later regret? He’d allowed her to jerk his chain the night before. Clearly that had been a mistake because now she wanted to change the rules of the weekend. If he allowed that, the next thing he knew she’d be trying to lead him down the aisle.
When he settled down, it sure as hell wouldn’t be with a human woman prone to resorting to tears every time she didn’t get her way. He should be with Marcella instead of with a female who gave every indication of being capable of wreaking havoc with his life and his emotions if he were foolish enough to linger around her too long.
He frowned, knowing he was partially responsible for her misconceptions. You make me burn like no other woman ever has. He knew better than to say things like that to a human woman. A fem would have taken such a declaration for what it was worth while a human woman imagined every horny man who told her love lies was in love with her.
Human women were unpredictable and too emotionally demanding. A man never knew where he stood with them. Fems were different. He thought of Marcella. She was safe. Their relationship presented no surprises. He’d had nothing but surprises from the moment he met Brandi.
Unfortunately there was very little possibility of his ever being able to impregnate Marcella. On the plus side, she didn’t turn his world upside down or expect to be his only lover. Brandi had already managed to get under his skin. If he were going to minimize the emotional havoc she generated, he needed to get the hell away from her ASAP.
The memory of turning to find her standing in the kitchen doorway wearing nothing but his shirt and then sharing one of the most emotionally and physically satisfying fucks he’d ever experienced made walking away difficult. Yet that’s what he needed to do. It’ll be a cold day in hell before you let a human woman jerk your chain anymore. So get your ass in gear, Redwolfe.
Back in the bedroom, Brandi pulled off Adrian ’s shirt. She tossed it on the bedroom floor and stormed into the bathroom. When she got back to Philly she was going to call Doug and accept his proposal. To hell with Adrian Redwolfe. She allowed herself the luxury of a brief cry before she got out of the shower to dress.
She returned to the living room to find Adrian seated on the loveseat, fully dressed.
He looked up at her entrance but didn’t speak.
She placed her weekend bag on the carpet near her feet. “Will you take me home?”
He made no effort to rise. “Yes—on Monday.”
She shook her head. “I want to go home now.”
“Why?”
“Why? Are you serious? I’ve had my fill of your company.”
“Oh?”
“Yes and I don’t want you touching me again.”
“Really?”
“Really. Please take me home.”
He gave her a cold stare. “Meeting you reminds me why I think so little of fickle human women.”
Damn him. “And after sleeping with you, it will take an entire weekend of douching before I’ll even begin to feel clean again!”
He bared his incisors and shot to his feet. He looked angry.
She tensed. Why did he have to be so volatile? Why did he think he had carte blanche to insult her as if she had no feelings?
He stalked across the room to stare down at her.
She instinctively pushed against his chest. “I
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