Free Consume Me (A Burning Desire Novel) by R. F. Allie Page A

watching
with a quizzical look all over her face. It was overall embarrassing, especially
my yellow pajamas.
    Say
something you stupid bitch!
    My
snarly subconscious scolded me in disbelief.
    "I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to barge in like this." Landon was addressing me. He
looked a little confused.
    I
finally managed to talk past my choke.
    "It's
alright. I mean... Please, take a seat." I gestured to the sofa and once I
spoke, I felt the tension fading a little.
    He did
take me by surprise, because, never, in a million years, had I envisioned him
in the middle of my living room.
    "How
did you know where I live?"
    I asked
once we were all seated.
    "Oh
Miss Dane; you and your wrong questions."
    He
admonished with a knowing look. It felt intimate, as if we had our own private
joke.
    "I
believe that you're officially well aware of my resources." He cocked his
head with a sinful smile showing perfect teeth.
    I
turned crimson and looked down at my twisted fingers.
    "Yeah,
boo didn’t know who you are. She had absolutely no knowledge of your public
status." Ryan said softly as a way of explaining
    "She
needed a little introduction." Jenna followed.
    Jude's
muscles clenched. He really didn't like the man. I expected that after what I'd
been through, Jude wouldn't like himself either, I mean if he wasn't gay.
    "You
shouldn't trust everything you read on there." Landon said with a wink.
    I just
shrugged.
     
    Thankfully,
Jenna and Ryan launched us in a very animated conversation. It started with the
Internet comment; which sent my girlfriend onto journalist mode trying to get
Landon to spill the beans about a gay governor in a red state. He held his
grounds, but with Jenna's talent, he caved without giving her much. Ryan fell
in love with Landon's outfit, which launched him into designer mode asking
about who shopped for him and how did he choose his clothing.
    It
surprised me that Mr. Davis shopped for himself for a long time, before he got
a personal shopper that he mentored into knowing his likings. He had to,
because his work didn't allow him much space.
    Overall,
we drank and talked about everything and anything. Well, I didn't talk much. He
never took his eyes off me for more than a minute. He watched me intently. I
was still processing his presence. I had a million questions. I wanted to know
why he was there. I wanted to know what he wanted from me. I watched him as
much as he did me. He was sharp and smart. He didn't talk too loud or too low.
He didn't monopolize the conversation, although his presence held most of the
attention. He engaged in every subject he was invited to bring his opinion
about and talked with so much refine. I was in awe. He was perfect.
    Too
perfect.
    The
conversation carried on for a while, until all of my friends decided to head
out at the same moment when Maria said she had to check on Terry.
    Jude gave in not-too-eagerly, to Ryan's nagging about
needing to sleep early. Jenna
used one too many chocolate dipped strawberries as an excuse for a nocturnal
walk around the neighborhood.
    Soon,
we were alone, Mr. Davis and I along with the sudden tension and awkward
silent.
    He had
that damned gaze, beautiful gray gaze undressing me inch by inch.
    "What
are you doing here Mr. Davis?"
    I asked
as a way of intruding into the heavy silence.
    "Why
do you think I'm here Miss Dane?"
    Jeez...
I don't know...Maybe To fuck me senseless like you'd suggested.
    "Just
answer my damn question."
    I bit
at him resigned to hold my grounds
    "I'm
not one of your groupies. I don't have the time nor the patience for your
stupid games."
    "Stupid
games huh?"
    He suddenly
pushed to his feet and in one swift move pulled me to a standing position and
closed the mere distance between us. Before I could react to his brutality, he
sealed our lips together in a kiss.
    If I
thought the kiss from the previous night was violent, I was formidably
mistaken. It was gentle compared to that one. It was deep and demanding. His
hands were traveling