Free Saving the Seal: A BWWM Navy Seal Interracial Romance by Cristina Grenier Page B

intentions, two could play at that game. “But let me tell you something, Mister Sinclair: If you’re not my charity, I’m not your conquest.”
    With that, she turned on her heel, leaving him behind as she made her way back towards the range’s exit. Genevieve had risen to every challenge ever posed to her, and this one would be no different. She would do what she had to do to make Owen see what he needed – and if that meant dressing up to have a meal with him, so be it.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Five: Backfire
     
    He couldn’t understand it.
    As he worked to lift the two hundred pound barbell over his head, Owen’s thoughts lingered on the woman who remained a complete and total enigma to him. Sweat dripped down the side of his face, and he blinked the sting from his eyes as he tried to piece together the events of the past two weeks.
    In an attempt to sever himself from his so-called psychiatrist, he’d put to her an offer she had to refuse. It was clear after an afternoon spent shooting with her that he was going to exhaust himself trying to keep his raging libido at bay He didn’t want to risk the humility of falling victim to desires he’d worked so hard to repress. He’d been sure that when he issued the ultimatum of a date, Genevieve would have to deny him and that would be the end of that.
    She’d certainly surprised him.
    Not only had she agreed to the date, but she’d shown up with bells on. The form-fitting, green dress she’d worn to meet him for dinner at his favorite steakhouse had him salivating when she wasn’t looking. She’d been an absolute vision – and completely and totally obstinate in the face of all his advances.
    Owen had to admit that, at first, he hadn’t been quite sure how to address the situation. He hadn’t expected Genevieve to accept his invitation, and so, of course, he’d been at a complete loss for what to do when they’d gone out together. It had been a long while since he’d taken a woman on an actual date instead of just sleeping with her – probably before his SEAL days.
    He could tell that she was upset. She felt pigeon-holed into the situation, and for that, he couldn’t blame her. He had posed the question to her specifically because he’d never thought she’d agree to his conditions.
    And so, in the face of insurmountable odds, he’d done what came naturally to him. He’d hit on her – quite ferociously, and at length. It was either that, or resort to actually talking about the nightmares that kept him up at night – and he couldn’t quite commit to that. Genevieve had been completely and totally unfazed. Every time he suggested drinks after dinner, she’d politely steered the conversation back in the direction of his emotional state as he’d tried not to be enraptured by her full mouth and entrancing almond eyes.
    In all honestly, he couldn’t remember whether or not he’d let anything slip. He’d been a little too busy trying to accept that he had this decadent psychiatrist to himself to really keep track of what babble spewed from his mouth. Owen had been so caught up, in fact, that when he’d left the dinner without her at his side, he’d felt oddly bereft. He half-remembered agreeing to another session in her office while they’d been eating their filet mignon, but that hadn’t gone terribly well either.
    He simply couldn’t make himself talk.
    The more Owen saw Genevieve, he realized that the reason he didn’t speak to her stemmed less and less from his mistrust of doctors. After the little shooting session where he’d learned her heritage – where she showed him she could shoot better than most soldiers and he’d spoken to her about his troubled family life, he’d begun to see that she wasn’t going to treat him like an object – like something broken that needed fixing.
    She didn’t depersonalize their meetings – like so many other doctors did. In reality, he should have no problem opening up to her. Despite everything he