My shoulders shrugged, feeling bold all of a sudden. “Because the last man that dictated my life was nearly successful in putting me into the grave.”
I knew when a man intended to hurt me. Ansel didn’t want to hurt me in the traditional sense of the word—he wanted to turn me inside out. He wanted to turn me into his obedient little plaything.
He raised a brow. “I have no intention of shoving you into a grave, Doc. But, I can guarantee you that I will be shoving something inside you that you will never stop begging me for.”
The confidence that he spoke with, hinted that he could back up his words, and I’d lived too long in the shadows not to try this new experience that he offered.
Ansel could well be the man to bring out that side of me that I fantasized about. The side I was too afraid to explore, and thanks to my family, had never gotten to experience. Did I want to cross that bridge with Ansel? Hell yes! Was I brave enough to tell him yes? I don’t know.
The fury in his gaze warned me that he didn’t like my indecision, but he didn’t act on it. Instead, he walked back to the closet and hung Dr. Pepper back in there. He turned those blazing green eyes on me.
“Next time, we are going to have a different kind of conversation.”
I didn’t know how to reply to his comment, so I nodded and glanced up at him through my lashes.
Ansel scared me. However, the one thing in my corner that he didn’t count on was that fear had been keeping me company for three years. In dealing with my family, being scared was as much a part of me as breathing.