SEXY ROMANCE: Her Dark Obsession by Karen Knightley Read Free Book Online Page A

I do want to see you sometimes.  I would like to keep things exclusive with you.  Because I like you.  That’s all I’m thinking.  Nothing big and dramatic besides that.”
    I smiled and my heart fluttered.  “I want to keep things exclusive with you, too.  I’m just tired of the whole dating game, honestly, I am.”
    “So let’s take it one step at a time.”
    “Yes.  I’d like that.  I really like you.  And I don’t want to mess things up.  Like I always do.”
    It was strange, that I suddenly shifted the blame in my series of lifetime disappointments.  Before it was always the men, or the circumstances that brought me down.  However, now, in my era of liberation, I felt I was truly the one at fault.  I was the impulsive wreck trying to keep still and not panic just because something good was happening in my life.
    For the next week, I kept Alan close in my heart.  I giggled at his text messages.  I cooed when he shared his romantic fantasies; little tidbits about taking me to Europe, to Australia, to meet some of his extended family…and of course, experience a world away from home. 
    I even texted him at night, every night, before I went to sleep.  I remember being dressed in my white pajamas, a white t-shirt and rose-colored pants.  Not sexy at all, but feeling cozy, like something close to a married woman.  Some day, if and when we both finally got the nerve to say Yes to each other, to say yes to each other, forever.  I texted him and he texted me.  We teased each other about which one of us would go to sleep first.
    Suddenly, a firm knock sounded throughout my apartment.
    “Who is it?” I asked to the door.
    “It’s Brody.”
    “What do you want?”
    “I just…I want to apologize.”
    “Really?  For what?”
    “Do you really want me to apologize through a keyhole?”
    I opened the door, a bit reluctantly.  “What do you want?”
    “Why so defensive?  You make me feel like a psycho.”
    “Maybe you are.  So what’s the apology?”
    “I just felt bad about the way we left things,” he said, coming inside after I opened the door slightly.  “I always wanted this game to be about you.  About you finding yourself and what you want.  I’m ultimately a philanthropist.  I want to help people.”
    “Uh…huh,” I said, furling my brow.
    “It’s true.  And I think I overstepped my bounds with the auction thing.  I made you feel cheap.  And for that I apologize.”
    “Yeah, sure, whatever,” I sighed.  “It was my decision.  And I was happy with my decision.  In fact, I met the perfect guy since I left all that behind.”
    “Oh?  What’s his name?”
    “His name is…you know,” I said, interrupting my own sentence.  “It doesn’t matter.  Because my life is now closed to you.  You’re not in it, at all.”
    “You can’t even tell me his name?” Brody said, looking around the room and analyzing—no, evaluating my lifestyle. 
    “Fine, his name is Alan.  What does it matter?”
    “Oh.”  Brody nodded and looked at a magazine I had laying on the kitchen counter.  “Sounds very classy.”
    “You know, he is classy, and…”  I started to turn around to meet Brody’s face.
    But I was very quickly subdued by two pairs of strong hands.  He wrapped his hands around my waist then lowering one down to my pelvis. 
    “Hey!”
    “But what about your mission?  Your mission of Yes?  Have you decided to quit, yet?  Or are you still saying yes to new opportunity?”
    He began kissing the back of my neck, still keeping his hands gripped around my waist.  “Because I want you, Regina.  I want you _____ _____ (My real name).  I don’t know when it happened…but I’m obsessed with you.  You’re all I think about.”
    He slowly slid his hand into my pants and down to my thong.  He quickly found my curious clit, swelling at the sound of his voice, and his words—which were music to my ears, though I hated myself for it.  “I need you.