Chapter 11
“Iwant to see you. Where are you?”
This was what I had written straight to her phone, and my only hope was that she would honor this and give a response. I was already pissed off that I was trying too hard, but I was now lying in bed with a hard on that refused to go away, and I just knew that the only solution was for me to taste her.
Even if it was just her lips, at this point, I didn”t really care because all I wanted to do was indulge for once.
She, however, was being quite difficult to get to, and it was truly beginning to irritate the hell out of me.
“Brooklyn,” she replied, and I sighed. She truly was testing my patience.
“I”ll send a car over. Get in it. I want to see you.”
I sent the message, and it was a while later before she finally responded.
“No thank you, it”s already too late. I”ll see you the next time I meet up with Aurora,” she replied. “Or whenever the family meets for wedding preparations.”
Her response made me frown, but I also felt the rejection all the way to my core as it twitched, and it only made me more insistent.
“I”m not a man people refuse, Miss Snow,” I replied to her. “I don’t care to see you then and perhaps even after tonight.”
This time around, she responded on time.
“You are quite straightforward,” she said. “And blunt. And maybe a tad bit rude?”
This was an amusing surprise.
“You feel disrespected?” I asked. “Because I want to fuck you? It”s just a midnight craving. You know how those go.”
I sent this as well and threw the phone aside. It was time to go to bed, but still, and as expected, I waited for her response.
“Wow,” she said. “You don’t think this is inappropriate. Especially since we literally just met?”
I’m clearly stating my intentions and if you were completely uninterested, then you wouldn’t have held my arm before we parted at the vineyard. You didn’t want to leave, but you didn”t quite know what to say just yet. I’m assuming you’ve had some more time to think, and this is why you have sent me your number?”
Another five minutes passed once again before she responded.
“You’re making a lot of assumptions, Mr. Moran,” she said, and I smiled.
“Alright, goodnight then,” I said, and threw the phone aside. A few minutes later, it lit up once again, and I picked it up. There were no words, only the link to a map. And then an address that followed.
Smiling, I called my driver, Andrew, and immediately sent him over to Brooklyn.