“I must be special then. I’m shocked. A handsome man like yourself being all alone.”
“I’ve not found the right woman.” He kept looking at her, and licked his lips.
Keep flirting. Keep doing whatever you have to do.
“You’ll find her.”
“What makes you think I’m not looking right at her?” he asked.
This was bad. So very, very bad.
“Dixon, you’re really sweet. Honestly, I’m flattered, but I’m engaged and I love him.” She didn’t like how easy it was to say she loved Xavier. He better be saving the entire freaking planet right now because she was trying not to panic.
Dixon didn’t take the hint that she really didn’t want him.
He took a step toward her. She held her breath.
“I have often wondered what it would be like to find a woman who will like me for myself. Not for the life I can give her, or the money I can lavish her with. A woman who will look at me, see the real man, and like what they see.”
He was way too close.
She struggled not to flinch away from his touch as he stroked her cheek.
This was really bad.
She was all alone with a monster. Her days of waitressing came back to her, making her even more uncomfortable.
Xavier wouldn’t tell her the full extent of Dixon’s crimes, but she had a wild imagination and that was coming into full effect right fucking now.
The backs of his fingers ran down to her pulse, and then he cupped her cheek, his thumb running across her lip.
“This is really inappropriate,” she said.
“I think you need to reconsider the man you’re going to marry. Every chance he gets he dumps you, leaves you alone. I wouldn’t do that to you. You’d be treated as a queen with me.”
The space between them was getting less, and his lips were getting scarily bigger. She was panicking.
Her heart raced and not in a good way.
Everything inside her screamed to get away.
Would a woman scream in this instance? Yell at him?
Should she let him kiss her?
Xavier, when I see you, I’m totally kicking you in the balls and you’re going to deserve every second of it.
Dixon’s lips dropped on hers, and she felt her stomach recoil.
This man was not for her.
Chapter Seven
Alesha stumbled backwards, but Dixon kept her from falling. She hated his hands on her. Hated any man’s hands on her—except Xavier’s. This charade was proving more than she could handle. With so many gorgeous women to choose from, why was Dixon obsessed with her?
The sound of a person tutting came from behind him. Dixon turned to look, and Alesha peeked to the side to see if it was Xavier.
It was a woman.