“It’s a one-time only thing. Most people use it once and find what they need if they’re honest with themselves. Unless you need more than one person. Then it might work again. But honesty is its own reward. So look deep inside yourself, figure out what you need and ask for it.”
She stands up and smiles at me. “But be very sure of what you need. And then keep yourself open to the possibilities.”
I nod my head and leave for my next class.
Now, I finish up the online questionnaire and go back through my responses, checking them and then trying to decide if I’ve answered them as truthfully as I should.
Then I hit send and take a deep breath, wincing when someone else crashes into my door and then laughs before stomping away.
I’m not doing this to get away. I’m doing this to find my way.
I climb into bed and stare at the dark walls and the flimsy door, feeling my heart threaten to burst out of my chest. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to relax, knowing that it’s not going to happen. Not here.
Bleary-eyed, hours later, I hear the ping of my computer and realize that I’ve gotten a message. It could be from one of my professors but the strange feeling tingling up through my fingers tells me that maybe this is something different. Something new and something that I desperately need.
That ping could be my future. I stand up and tiptoe over to my computer and when the screen comes back up, I draw in a deep, shuddering breath, seeing the message that I was half-hoping for.
I’ve got a match.
CHAPTER3
Clay
Excitement sizzles along my nerves and I take a deep breath and push my way through the door of the cafe and study the people inside. It’s full and I growl under my breath.
“This is going to be impossible.” I study the press of bodies and then walk over to the waitress, hoping that maybe she has an idea where my date is.
Before I get the words out of my mouth, a man moves and I lose my breath.
“Holy shit!” I breathe the words like a prayer. Because I see my future sitting right there in the corner and somehow I just know it’s her.
She’s young. Way younger than I thought she’d be. She’s got curves so lush and full that my hands ache to touch her. Her hair is pulled up in a knot on top of her head and it should be a fucking crime. It’s a glowing red-gold and I can see that it’s wavy and wild even though she’s torturing it scraping it back that way.
Her cheeks are pale ivory and I can’t see her eyes but she’s got delicate pale eyebrows that are perfectly arched over her eyes. Her lashes are long and dark and lowered as she reads a book that she’s holding. And she’s wearing black-framed glasses that are just begging me to pull them off.
My hungry gaze slips lower and my dick jerks like it can’t bear to be separated from her. She’s got a button-down shirt that’s buttoned all the way up to her creamy-pale throat. She’s wearing a soft pink sweater over top of it and it hugs the most beautiful rack I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ve got big hands and those breasts will overflow them.
I moan and my mouth waters. Perfect doesn’t even begin to describe this girl.
A stab of unease hits me. Girl. She’s too young. I shouldn’t be looking at her like this.
But then she crosses thick legs and I see a flash of knee and almost drop to my own knees to thank the heavens for bringing me this tasty little morsel.
Knee. I saw a flash of knee and almost came in my pants. Surely, that’s not normal.
But what is normal. I’ve never strived to be normal. I’ve always pushed myself as hard as I can to be more.
And this girl is more with a capital M.
Another guy walks up to the table and a growl rumbles out of my chest. I don’t even know if she’s mine but either way, no other man should be near her. I want to rip the little twerp’s head off when she lifts her head up and her innocent blue eyes flash behind the lenses.
Holy shit!She’s every wet dream I’ve ever had.
And she’s too young, you sick motherfucker!I should walk out that door and let her have this little pipsqueak. He’s her age. He’s more what she must be looking for.
But her eyes dart away and when he tries to slide in the seat with her, I stiffen. Just like her. Her delicate, pale hands flutter and she tries to push him back but he’s bigger than her and he’s not listening.
He’ll listen to me though. I stomp across the room and stand over the table, breathing hard through my nose like a bull getting ready to charge.
