Diary of a Wanted Woman by Donnee Patrese Read Free Book Online

on anyone but me.”
    His smile was beautiful with pearly white teeth. I could not help but to smile back. I watched as he leaned on the couch with his arm draped across the back.
    “Shall we begin?” I asked trying not to notice the erection he had in his pants.
    He nodded his head.
    I began by asking him his vision. What was he looking for in the design of the house?
    “I’m not sure what you mean.”
    “Okay,” I said. “Let me rephrase. When you come home after a long stint out of town with a bunch of away games what do you want to come home to?”
    He smiled.
    “So, what would I want to see in my home when I come home from a long hard stint on the road?” he asked with his hand on his chin as if he were in deep thought.
    It made me smile.
    “Yes, what would you want to see?”
    He smiled and placed his hand on my knee. His eyes were staring right through me. I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat.
    “I would want to see a beautiful sexy naked woman in my bed ready for me to devour her.”
    We just stared at each other for a few moments. He was sizing me up, looking me up and down and licking his sexy lips in the process. I could feel my heart pounding.
    I wanted him bad!
    Then Stacy and David came into my mind and I knew I could not do this. I needed to stay professional no matter what.
    “Why don’t we talk about something else?” I asked grabbing the designs that we had come up with for the kitchen.
    He smiled again realizing that I was desperately trying to change the subject. I knew that he saw the desire in my eyes.
    “Whatever you say, pretty lady.”
    In order to keep my sanity I launched into a spiel about what we thought would look best in the kitchen. Throughout my speech, I noticed that he would occasionally rub up against me or place his hand on my arm or knee.
    With every touch from him I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter.
    I powered through my desire.
    “I was thinking stainless steel appliances throughout the kitchen. This back splash pattern right here would go perfect with that theme.”
    I handed him the patterns that I was referring to and he looked them over. He sat them down on the table.
    “I have a better idea,” he said standing. “Why don’t we talk while we tour the house?   I want you to see the entire house up close and personal.”
    I didn’t like the seductive way he said those words but I agreed that it would help to see the entire house in person. That way I could point some things out along the way.
    He held his hand out to me and I stood adjusting my skirt and shirt. I followed him out of the family room and into the kitchen and then out into the living room.
    Throughout the tour he was very touchy feely. His hand would graze my shoulder or my waist. He continued to compliment me casually caressing me in very intimate places.
    Through it all I tried to ignore him and keep it professional on my part. It was very difficult when we entered one of the upstairs bedrooms.
    He was standing so close to me and I felt his hand on my waist.
    “You smell so good,” he said.
    I ignored him and walked away to the next room. I could tell he was getting very annoyed with me. He just couldn’t take my ignoring his advances.
    On our way to another room he grabbed me and pulled me up against his body.
    “You are so fucking sexy,” he said with his hand on my ass.
    I pushed him off me.
    “Can we finish the tour please?” I said with a smile.
      I began to tell him about my plan for the bathroom we had just entered when he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the doorframe.
    “Are you a lesbian?” he asked.
    I turned and looked at him. I thought he was joking until I could see the seriousness in his gaze. He was trying to figure me out.
    I laughed.
    “No, I am not a lesbian.”
    “Then help me understand how you can turn ME down.”
    He seemed really arrogant and confident that no woman could find him unattractive. I smiled to myself