"In your dreams." She pursed her lips.
No way would she survive another night with him. The constant rollercoaster of fighting and sex made her nauseous.
His eyes softened. His lips twitched. She glared. The jerk silently laughed at her.
"Oh, I'll dream of you." He pressed his lips to her forehead. He simply held her head while he inhaled and ended with a soft smack of his lips to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, Bree."
He opened the door and strode out of her life. She stood, staring at him as he opened the door to his car. She had no idea how to handle a man like him.
Serge paused before getting into the car. "Lock the door."
She jolted and slammed the door shut. Leaning her head against the wood, she fingered the deadbolt and flipped the lock. Her heart raced. He was coming back tomorrow. She pressed her lips together and screamed in frustration. She was not going out with him.
There was nothing he could do to make her change her mind.
The shelter belonged to her. She didn't need any help. As far as she was concerned, she'd had her first and last one-night stand.
Chapter Five
At four o'clock, Sergewalked out of his building holding the flowers that one of his clients had sent to the office that morning. Then he went home to his house in the Latah neighborhood, lifted weights, showered, and hoped he had worked off enough energy to keep himself out of Aubrey's bed.
He hardened at the thought of seeing her tonight. His goal was to skip the frills. The way she'd stood up to him amused him. He'd have fun showing her who had the final say in the relationship.
Other women had tried to control him, and nothing turned him off more. Aubrey fought him every step. But there was a difference. While she verbally tried to keep him at a distance, she lost the fight against her attraction to him. Her body had other ideas.
And unlike other women, she wasn't using sex to tie him down. It was all about pleasure.
He ran his hand through his hair, enjoying how she had him anticipating seeing her again. The change that came over her when he kissed her was like flipping a light switch on. She ceased denying herself pleasure and fully surrendered to him.
Because of her willingness to fuck him, he wanted to see how far he could push her.
She hid her sexuality behind her desire to succeed in running the shelter, but there was more to her. He rubbed his chest to ease the tightness growing in him. She was a challenge.
On his way out of the house, he grabbed the flowers and walked into the garage. He eyed the Harley-Davidson and climbed into the BMW. On another night, he'd take her for a ride. Maybe get her out of the city for a few hours. Tonight, he had other plans.
With rush hour over, he cruised toward the city center. By the time he hit Sprague Avenue, he had to turn his headlights on against the night. It surprised him that Aubrey lived in a modest neighborhood of historic homes.
