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I thought he was playing a game with me. Hell, maybe he still was. But he stopped because he was keeping his word. I looked up into his captivating eyes.

"Unless you don't want me to keep it, Daphne."

Chapter 20

Rob

I had wanted to touch her. That's all I wanted. Well, that and her lips around my cock. I wasn't sure what had happened with her restraint between the waterfall and tonight, but she wasn't resisting anymore

. She had opened up her legs for Christ's sake. She was going to let me finger her under the fucking table. I could have made her come in front of the whole damn restaurant. I could have had the only thing I wanted to indulge in since I had met her. I was going crazy waiting to taste her. And I had been so close. So fucking close.

But I pulled back. Like an idiot. She hadn't even agreed to my deal in the waterfall, but I didn't want to break it. I wanted her to trust me. I was serious about seeing where this weekend went. I was serious about all of it.

She looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes. She seemed to be torn. It was the same thing I was feeling. I wanted her. I wanted her so badly that my balls actually ached. But I also wanted to wait. For what? I had no clue.

"Keep it," she said slowly. "I want you to keep your word."

I laughed and ran my hand though my hair, watching her as she watched me. "You're quite the tease. You do realize that, right?" I put my arm around the back of her chair without touching her.

She looked back at my arm and then back at me. "I want what your brother has."

"A hot girlfriend?"

She laughed. "No. Not exactly." She furrowed her brow when she was thinking. I wanted to reach out and smooth it out for her. But I was too distracted by her words.

Love. She was looking for love. I felt far away from that. A part of me just wanted to give her whatever she wanted to make her happy, though. I liked seeing her smile. I didn't want to talk about love or anything deep right now. I just wanted her to smile. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

Instead of smiling, she pursed her lips together. "No one that's actually meant it."

She was trying to pull me into something deep again. Maybe I'd try to get her to blush instead. I liked seeing her blush even more than seeing her smile. "I mean it."

Her cheeks turned rosy and I felt my dick swell even more in my pants. What the fuck was this girl doing to me? I felt like a teenager with no control over my hormones.

She laughed and looked away from me. "I know you're just messing with me."

"I'm not messing with you. Have you ever even looked in a mirror?"

She laughed again. "You're a total schmoozer, Rob Hunter. Ask me something important. Something that matters."

Deep. Again. Why couldn't we just have a flirtatious conversation without her trying to get to know me? Because you said you wanted more, you jackass. I thought back to her saying she wanted what my brother had. I had just been thinking the same thing earlier today. "Have you ever been in love?"

"No. I haven't. Not in the way you're asking anyway."

I understood that. I loved my family and friends. I loved Penny, who for some reason didn't quite fit into either of those categories. But all of that was different.

"Have you?" she asked.

"No," I said. "Not really."

"Ask me something else."

"What does love mean to you?" I wasn't sure why I asked her that question. It just kind of popped out.

She seemed surprised by my question. She looked down at her hands for a second and then back up at me. "It's about patience and taking the time to truly know someone. And when the right person comes along, it will be totally worth the wait." There was something sad in her eyes. Like she didn't even believe what she was saying. Maybe because she hadn't found it yet. Maybe because she had tried and failed. Maybe because what she just said was complete bullshit.

I had never really tried to find love. I constantly pushed women away, preferring the tidiness of one night stands. But I knew what love was. Daphne, however, didn't understand it at all.

"Patience? Really?" I said. "That isn't love. Patience is something you have for a toddler that won't stop crying." I barely had any patience.


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