Eric
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I like to think I’m a reasonable man.
I’ve given Evie her space. I’ve let her know what my intentions are. I’ve tried dropping subtle hints to urge her closer to the inevitable—to me…to us .
I like to think I’m a reasonable man.
However, at the moment, all I can think of is crossing the dining room to stab the fucking guy she’s on a date with in the face with my steak knife.
‘I’m going to enjoy peeling that dress off you later.’
I’m going to enjoy hacking into your computer later to find anything I can to make your life hell, buddy.
Seriously, what the hell is she thinking?
That fucking dress. Those fuck me heels. How her hair is styled in a way that will make any man looking at her think she looks freshly fucked.
She should be punished for entertaining the fucking fool .
It should be me sitting across from her right now.
Is she not interested in a relationship with me? Did I misinterpret the whole sexting thing?
I thought we had a great time.
Peeling my eyes away when dinner is brought to our table, I try to refocus my attention on work. Certain shareholders are nervous about the merger and the only reason I’m here is because, for some reason, these particular men believe me when I tell them the same thing my boss has been saying for months now.
It’s the same reason he keeps sending me back to New York, too. ‘You have the type of face that makes people feel at ease—feel that they can trust you,’ he’d said.
Well, right now the only person I care about getting to trust me is Evelyn.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone before—not even Daphne.
And I don’t want to scare her away by being too intense, but I feel like I already know her.
Maybe it’s because as soon as Kendall mentioned her cousin was traveling through Europe, I looked her up and followed her adventures. I got to know Evie long before she started getting to know me. I’ve read her blog, browsed all her photos on her social media—hell, I even went as far as to read the books she started recommending.
Creepy? Nooot exactly.
Stalkerish? Perhaps a little.
But by the time New Years rolled around, I was already head over heels for the woman. It’s why I told her I didn’t mind being friends first, because I’d already concocted multiple versions of a plan in my head that ended with her and I in a relationship.
Then she kissed me…and it was perfect.
Until it wasn’t.
Mere minutes later it was like she wanted to pretend it never happened. She’s been hot and cold for weeks, so I thought giving her a little space was a good idea. Even though the only thing I’ve been wanting to do is hop the first flight home, barge into her place, and bury myself deep inside that perfect hourglass figure of hers.
After we sexted, it was me who backed off to see how she’d react. Unfortunately for me, she’d seemed perfectly fine with it. Like she just needed a release and I happened to message her at the right time.
Maybe that’s really all she’s after—a physical connection. I’m more than happy to give her that, and she should know that. So why is she out with another man?
Because perhaps she needs to be shown what she wants.
Or maybe you need to claim her how you want to and leave no doubt in her mind of your feelings.
My gaze strays to their table once more, and the smile on her face while the man across from her speaks animatedly is enough to turn my vision red.
I have to return to New York once dinner is over, but there’s a little time before I need to be at the airport. A little time is all I need. Especially if I start texting her as soon as I leave the restaurant. I’ll occupy the rest of her time so that she, hopefully, calls it a night and doesn’t go home with that fucking dumbass.
I’m done waiting, Evelyn. Tonight, you’re finally mine.