Obsession (Sons of Judah MC Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas

steely glance was settled on her. There was no way she could work like this.
     
    “Ok. Fine.” She huffed. “One thing…hmmm…when I look at him, my heart thumps hard in my chest, and I feel as if I can’t breathe.”
     
    “Oh! That’s so romantic,” sighed Jane. “How is he in the bed?”
     
    “Jane!”
     
    “Don’t be a prude. One thing.”
     
    Stacy rolled her eyes. Her friend wasn’t going to let go until she got something. The woman was a devil. “He has beautiful hands, and he sure knows how to use them.”
     
    Jane giggled. “You lucky girl. I can’t wait to meet him. When you come back, I want to see him.”
     
    “It’s a deal,” said Stacy. “Now go and let me work. I’ve got to finish all this before I take a day off.”
     
    “Have fun.”
     
    After Jane walked off, Stacy paid to full attention to her work. She was looking forward to the weekend, but she didn’t want her boss to be left with incomplete work. Hence, she worked later than she usually did. When she got out, it was already seven. She was supposed to meet Marco at her apartment at seven fifteen. She might just make it. Stacy rushed, but long lines at the subway stalled her. By the time she reached home, it was seven forty-five, and there was dinner yet to be prepared. Her heart thumped in her chest as anxiety simmered in her gut.
     
    Would he be angry?
     
    What would he say?
     
    She opened the door with the key and stormed in. He was in the kitchen. “I’m so sorry. There were a lot of people, and then this old lady fell down and that delayed the whole queue, and I was trying to hurry but…”
     
    He grabbed her arms. She nearly passed out with fright. “Stop it. What’s wrong?”
     
    “I…” She stared into eyes, and somehow her anxiety reduced. “I just…”
     
    “It’s ok if you’re late. Not a big deal. The only thing is that I started dinner, so you have to eat whatever I prepare.”
     
    She wiped a hand on her brow, wondering what the hell was wrong with her and questioning when she would stop comparing him with Ned? It wasn’t fair to him. He didn’t deserve it, and neither did she. “I panicked. Got late, and somehow made it big in my head. Sorry.”
     
    He brushed his lips over hers. Desire slid into her veins. “It’s ok. Everyone is allowed to fall apart once in a while. If I made a mistake, you would be kind enough to forgive me, right?”
     
    “Of course.” She laughed, albeit a little shakily. “Sure. I should just go and change. Do you need any help here?”
     
    “I’ve got things under control. I can’t cook fancy like you do, but I looked up this recipe on the internet and it seems easy enough.”
     
    “I am sure it will be fine.”
     
    She walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. It appeared that she’d not been able to put her past behind. Even now memories of her bad marriage with Ned haunted her. Her panic attack was triggered by a memory that plagued her. Once she’d come home late and he was so angry that he gave a forty-five minutes tirade. She never forgot it.
     
    Once she was more in control of her emotions, Stacy changed her clothes. When she walked out, light music was playing on the stereo. Marco was busy mixing the salad. “So I think it seems good enough. I made steaks and a fresh garden salad. Can’t mess up much with that, and there is red wine right over there. I have also got a soup which I think might need your expert touch. I did follow all the instructions, but somehow it doesn’t look as good as it should.”
     
    She was a little amused by his sincerity. “You didn’t have to cook. It would have easier to order out.”
     
    “I thought about it, but what the hell, I thought I might give it a try. Steaks, I have done before, so these should be ok. If the soup is a disaster, we can chuck it.”
     
    She took a look at the soup. “The color seems ok.” She tasted it. “Just lacks a bit flavor. We’ll add some more chicken stock and