She needed to join him in his world. Period.
He drained his beer, then walked into the hotel room and grabbed the other beer. Uncapping it, he strode back onto the balcony. As he took a long pull, he heard a honk, lowered the beer, and wiped his moist lips with the back of his hand. A grove of deciduous trees lined the river, nearly concealing the site and sound of the traffic. With foliage, it would be blocked.
Eating ice cream off her last weekend had been too much for her, and it had bothered her enough to tell him. He dropped his chin to his chest, knowing he’d pushed her beyond her limit, then pressed the bottle to his lips and let the cold liquid run down his throat, before turning to go inside.
Scanning the space as if seeing it for the first time, he noticed it was a nice room. He tossed his keys, wallet, and phone on the cherry-wood nightstand, thinking about the other women he knew who would jump at the opportunity to be with him.
But he didn’t want other women. He wanted his marionette.
He took another drink of beer, thinking he should have ordered a shot. But he wasn’t accustomed to drinking away his problems, and Mindi wasn’t a exactly problem. She was sexy, beautiful, charming, intelligent, wholesome, and . . . baffling.
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