“You don’t look—” Her cheeks reddened.
“A day over forty,” he chuckled.“Lying doesn’t become you.I know you can see the gray in this light.”
“You still look young.”
Axel laughed.He debated what his next move should be.Be brazen and hope for the best, or wait to see if she said something?She seemed to be at a loss for words, hastily taking a sip from her almost empty glass.
“Would you like to go somewhere with better lighting to see them?”
Her eyes widened and she hastened to remove her hand from under his.
Too fast.
At that moment, something in her purse started to vibrate and jingle.
“I’m sorry.No.I must go.I ...um, it was nice meeting you.”She scrambled out of her seat and hurried to grab her belongings.“Thank you for—”
“Give me your number.”
“I’m sorry, no.I’m not that type of ...um ...person.I need to go,” she repeated.
“Alice.”
She paused briefly and glanced at him.Her cheeks flushed red.Her pulse beat frantically in her neck.Axel pressed his lips together.He had to let her leave, didn’t he?
“Bye.”
She almost ran out of the bar.He watched her leave, slightly stupefied at his inability to keep her with him.What was he going to do now?He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced at the empty stool next to him.His gaze fell on the floor.A smile flitted across his lips.He bent over and picked up the notebook.In her haste she must have dropped it on the floor instead of into her bag.Now, if she was the type of girl he suspected, she would have written her address somewhere.He flipped the pages to the front.Bingo.Name and address.He grinned.His Baby Girl was not escaping him anytime soon.
Chapter Five
Alice didn’t run, butshe walked fast.Her heart was beating a mile a minute in her chest, and she couldn’t get rid of the desire coursing through her.She’d never wanted to fuck someone as much as she wanted that man.What was with her?She wasn’t that type of person.She didn’t go weak in the knees at the sight of a man.Yet, Axel.Axel.She stopped to catch her breath.She glanced back.Was he following her?He was nowhere in sight, and she let out a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding.He’d given up.
“Good,” she murmured.Though a sense of disappointment lodged in her chest.Why?She bit her lip, adjusted her purse, and continued on her way.Why was she disappointed?Damn therapist making her analyze her every move.
Why was she disappointed?Because she desired him.And she’d never had a man like him show any interest in her.Really, men hardly showed interest in her at all.She’d never been the popular girl or the one who attracted the hunk.She’d had one boyfriend in college and that had not ended well.It had lasted a year, and he’d belittled her the first chance he had.
