5. Anna

Ipace up and down my little living room, my heart pounding out of control.

Am I making a mistake? I feel like I am. Whatever hold that man has over me it turns me into a woman who wants to climb all over him and do dirty, dirty things and that's just not me.

Not to mention that the man is bossy as hell and I hate that. Nothing gets me angry faster than some guy who thinks that just because you let him wet his dick, he's got the right to tell you what to do with your whole life.

No thank you. I just want to turn right back around and tell him to fuck off.

But something about Ryan makes me crazy and I just can't help myself. I listen to him and I hate it. I don't want to. I'm my own woman and the last time I let some guy tell me what to do, he took my job. My dream.

I'll be damned if that happens again.

There's a knock at the door and I stand still, closing my eyes and letting my body settle because every part of me jumped to attention when he knocked.

I grip my hands together tightly and swear under my breath.

"This is ridiculous. Open the damn door. You can control your fucking body. Just keep your damn head."

"I can hear you, you know."

I cringe, closing my eyes. "Damn man," I mutter under my breath. Of course he couldn't keep his mouth shut so I didn't know that he could hear me talking to myself like a lunatic.

"Open the door, Anna."

There's that bossy tone again. But just like all the other times, I stomp over and open the door, my eyes locked on his big body. He smirks, leaning on the door jamb.

"Told you I'd find you."

I roll my eyes. "You know, your ego must be the biggest thing on you."

His lips stretch into a wicked grin that lights up his aqua blue eyes. "I would argue that and prove it to you but it's still too soon."

My mouth falls open and I step back, my whole body turning inside out when he stalks me and slowly, carefully, closes the door.

"Weren't we going out?"

"I see that you're very distracted or you would have noticed this." His head nods towards where a big bag is hanging over his arm. "I figured why go out for something to eat when I can make our dinner better than any restaurant."

Rolling my eyes, I stomp to the kitchen, waiting for him to follow me. "I wish you'd run that by me. I don't necessarily want to be alone with you."

He chuckles. "Afraid that you won't be able to resist me?"

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Jesus. One of these days I'm gonna get physically sick from all the testosterone swimming through here. Through you."

"You knew just as much as me when I asked you this morning. I was making the reservation and changed my mind."

"Could have told me," I grumble under my breath as he spreads his ingredients out on my counter.

He grunts as he paws through my drawers looking for utensils. "And risk you taking off for parts unknown and telling me hell no? I don't think so."

I sit down on one of my barstools, fighting the urge to either run away from him or get down and start messing with stuff. Which would probably drive him nuts.

I know this is driving me nuts.

He pulls a cutting board out and starts chopping up salad ingredients. Lettuce, tomatoes, even hardboiled eggs and my eyebrows lift in surprise.

"What kind of salad are you making?"

"Just a regular salad but I'm making my own caesar dressing."

Yum!

"And what else are you making?"

"Nothing complicated. Just some steaks that I've had marinating all day and some twice-baked potatoes that I already baked earlier. I'll fill them up and then bake them again. And then we'll get to know each other better while I fill your belly."

And there goes my dirty fucking mind. Because I want him filling other parts of me. All night long.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I grumble and try to ignore my rumbling belly and spasming pussy.

God, this guy does shit that I didn't think could ever happen to me.

"That's alright. I can get something ready or maybe just fill the potatoes."

He whips around and drops the knife in his hand to the cutting board, startling a squeak from me.

He steps up until he's right in front of me, his body blocking me in. His hands drop to the counter behind me and he leans over me, caging me in. "Or you could just sit your pretty ass right there and let me do my thing," he growls under his breath.

I know I should tell him that I'm fully capable of helping him. That I don't like being told what to do. But I melt at the smoldering heat in his eyes and I just nod my head, completely mute.

He grins and leans down, slamming his mouth onto mine, his tongue slipping along my bottom lip and then pushing inside, tangling sinuously with my own tongue until when he lifts his head, I'm panting for breath, my thoughts an absolute mess.

He chucks me under my chin and grins again. "That's my girl." And those simple words from him have me squirming on the seat, my pussy melting into a puddle of juices. I didn't know I had a praise kink but here we are.

And the damn asshole knows it too! He smirks and then turns back to his cooking preparation.

"So, how long have you been baking?"

My tongue is glued to the top of my mouth but I finally get it untangled enough to say, "since I was a kid. I had a grandmother that was a whiz in the kitchen. She could bake anything. She was from England and came over when she met a man during the war that she said she couldn't forget. Love at first sight." I snort under my breath.

He smirks at me. "So it runs in the family, huh?"

Rolling my eyes, I sit back and eye him like he's a crazy person. "I do not love you."

"You do. You just don't want to admit it."

"Honestly, I need to find out if you're on meds and you haven't taken them lately. You're obviously hallucinating."

He chokes on a laugh and his wicked blue eyes sparkle like the ocean with the sun on the waves pounding the island shores of the Caribbean. "Oh, baby. I think you're protesting too much."

"I'm not dignifying that with an answer."

"Fine. But I'll win you over one way or another. I'm gonna spend every day tempting you until you admit that we're perfect together."

"I don't like bossy men."

His blond head cocks. "You think you don't."

"You know what bossy men do?"

"No. Tell me, baby girl. What do bossy men do?"

"Tell you what to do and then sabotage your job and your whole damn life just to make them seem better than you." My voice is bitter and I know he hears it because he stops and stares at me.

"So I need to kill a man."

I sigh. "You are ridiculous."

"I'm not." He steps towards me and his eyes drop to my lips, soft and sincere.

"I'm telling you right now that I will never tell you to do something that will be detrimental to you or your career. I only want to protect you and take care of you."

"That's not true. You just like getting your own way."

His lips curl and he shoots me a cheeky grin. "All men do, sweetheart. But that doesn't mean that I will ever do or say anything to hurt you."

"How come you're all over me all of a sudden? You couldn't get away from me fast enough the other night."

"I hate to tell you this," he sighs and puts the knife down carefully. "Because it might scare you because it sure as hell scared me. Do you know why I was so mad the other day?"

I shake my head and he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Because as soon as I saw you, I wanted to fuck you so hard you were branded by my body."

My breath sucks in sharply and my pussy clenches wildly. I squirm, my panties soaking wet yet again. How the hell does he do that?