Six - MeyerThis business with Nadia was distracting me, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. On the one hand, the way she slipped into my thoughts, a reminder of the things I desperately wanted from her, was the best kind of distraction.
After that whole business with her asshole of an ex, I’d gone to see her at her work. Which was maybe a really stupid move on my part. I knew she wanted me, could sense the way her body responded to me—just as desperate as my own lusting body. Her desire wasn’t a question, but her will was intriguing me.
She worked so hard to resist me. Like she knew I was trouble the moment she laid eyes on me—which wasn’t wrong—and was running the other way because of it.
But she must not have realized yet that running from me was the best way to get me to cha
