It took Vincent almost two hours to show up. By that time, I was more than ready to go home, and nerves and anticipation were doing a number on my stomach. I was also a little put out by being made to wait. I knew Vincent would appear when he was done, but I would have appreciated a head’s up that it was going to take so long.
But just before annoyance bloomed into outright anger, Vincent knocked on the door and pushed his way in. The smile he gave me, a combination of apologetic and sultry, made my heart pound and went a long way to easing my irritation.
He shut the door behind him and flipped the latch before he stalked toward me. I was sitting on my loveseat, and I couldn’t have moved if I tried. His predatory gaze pinned me in place. All I could do was wait.
Vincent straddled my kne
