Chapter 8

Spellbound and unable to even move a finger, he prayed he was dreaming so he could scrub his palm against his lips and pretend the kiss hadn’t happened. He could pretend he wasn’t being a naive, homeless stranger falling in lust with a woman who was out of bounds to him.

How could he have allowed things to get this far? How his brain seemed to have stopped processing after smelling her aphrodisiac scent was what he couldn’t decipher. “Damn it!” He cursed.

Alex, frustrated, trudged back to his hotel room—a few steps away from the bar—and decided to take a week’s break from the bar.

He thought the relative quiet and distance from her should have offered him some peace, yet his mind remained plagued with thoughts of Mary.

He couldn’t get her scent off his mind. That sweet and sugar scent that sent his other ‘self’ into hyperdrive and made him want to bend that pretty little lady and fuck her until they were both sweaty and mated.

It had been two days since