“Husband got style. I’ll give him that,” I mouthed to myself. How the hell did he know what I liked? How did he know my size?
I wasn’t one of those women obsessed with losing weight. Tits, ass, and hips. I had curves but worked my ass off to stay fit. Staying fit in my line of work could mean the difference in outrunning death or being caught by him, fighting him, or having your soul snatched.
I spent a considerable amount of time gawking and drooling over my closet space before I stepped out and was stopped in my tracks by my half-naked husband. He was in nothing but low-hanging basketball shorts and droplets of water clung to his chiseled body. The tattoo of an explosion of guns on his chest no doubt represented the Ferali Syndicate. There was only one other that I caught a glimpse of peeking over his right shoulder and hinting at a back tattoo.
Unable to tear my eyes away, I stared, pretending to be unbothered by his stalking gaze. He was showing it, so I had no shame looking. I hadn’t seen a man that fine since my ex one-time-lover, Warren. I had assumed Warren would be the Mandingo I was hunting for, until I found out he was clueless as to how to work the good thick inches he’d been blessed with. I had learned the hard way that night that big, did not equal good sex.
The man’s ego wouldn’t shut the fuck up long enough for me to give him pointers that could have helped him. I ended up leaving his ass at the cheap motel I had taken him to. The idea of egos getting in the way of me getting a good dicking was like ice water to the view I was enjoying of Arjen.
“You see something you like?” he asked.
“It’s okay,” I mouthed before turning and heading to the bathroom with my clothes tucked under my arm. If his plan was to seduce me into sleeping with him; he would find out I was a lot stronger than he assumed.
He was hot, I had to give him credit, but I’d had hot before. Some of those hot men had dropped their boxers or briefs, and turned into piles of cold ambers that had burned out with no chance in hell of being re-lit.
Was I going to have to eventually sleep with Arjen, so he would see for himself that we weren’t compatible?