Page 27 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gabe

“Tonight was a lot of fun.”

I glanced over at Gretchen in the passenger seat and nodded my head.

“I can’t remember when I had a better time.”

I was just about to suggest we do it again, when she murmured, “It’s probably because there wasn’t any pressure, since we know this isn’t going anywhere after tomorrow.”

Self-preservation told me to agree and drop it, but I didn’t mind feeling vulnerable with this woman.

“What if it did go somewhere after tomorrow?”

She pulled her neck back like my question took her off guard.

“What do you mean?”

Her suspicious tone was not what I expected, but I pushed forward, albeit a little more cautiously than I would have had her reaction been more welcoming.

I shrugged like I wasn’t vested in her reply.

“I don’t know. Maybe we could do this again, on a regular basis.”

“Like, date? Each other ?”

Yeah, each other. Who the fuck else would I be talking about?

Before I could find a polite way to phrase that so I could say it out loud, she continued, shaking her head as she did.

“We agreed this was just for the weekend. You’re not looking for a relationship. You said so yourself. ”

“That was before I—”

She cut me off.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

I hated sounding needy, but I had to ask.

“Why not?”

“We just—we want different things, and I know I’d end up heartbroken in the end.

I have this big house that I love, and I want to fill it with kids.

You think your brother’s a fool for having a baby at his age and said it’d be lunacy to start over now.

Neither of us is wrong, but we’re obviously not compatible. ”

Fuck.

Of course she wanted kids. She was a teacher for chrissakes. Like her friend, Laura pointed out, it wasn’t exactly like she was raking in the money. She had to be doing it because she loved children. It made sense she’d want her own.

I pulled into her drive and put the truck in park before turning to face her.

“You’re right. I’ve just had such a great time with you that I didn’t want it to end.”

Since she hadn’t opened her garage for me tonight, I was guessing that our time together was ending sooner rather than I’d hoped.

Gretchen reached across the console and stroked my arm with a seductive smile.

Her touch made my cock jump, and not for the first time tonight. I’d had a semi the entire time we’d been at the restaurant. Every time she threw her head back and laughed, my dick would move. Or when she said something that made me laugh. Or when she’d smile warmly at the staff .

It was like I was addicted to her, and sadly, I was going to have to break that addiction.

Her sultry voice purred, “Maybe you should follow your own advice. Let’s forget about everything else and enjoy our time together tonight. ”

It took me less than a nanosecond to decide, I’d worry about going cold turkey tomorrow.

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Gretchen

My mother was right; be careful what you wish for.

I’d thought I’d wanted him to ask for more than the weekend with me. But then he did, and I completely panicked.

Not because I didn’t want to see him again, but because I did , and now I had to make a decision.

Stick to our original agreement or keep seeing him and end up heartbroken.

I knew if we continued dating, I could easily fall in love with him, and that would not end well for me; either because we’d eventually break up, or because I’d stay with him and give up my dream of having more kids.

Knowing he wanted more from me complicated everything.

I needed to stick to this being a weekend-only fling. Emphasis on weekend —which technically meant I had until tomorrow.

I needed to lighten the mood, so I softly ran my fingertips along his arm.

“Maybe you should follow your own advice. Let’s forget about everything else and enjoy our time together tonight.”

He stared at me for a beat before he traced the backs of his fingers along my jawline and whispered, “Yeah, let’s do that,” then lowered his mouth and captured my lips with his.

I tried to memorize everything about that moment. How soft his lips felt, the piney fragrance of his cologne, the possessive way his fingers tangled in my hair to pull me closer… I wanted to climb into his lap and fuck him right there in the front seat of his truck.

Then I remembered where we were—in my driveway, for all the neighborhood to see.

It was as if he read my mind when he murmured, “Let’s go inside so I can do all the dirty things to you that I’m fantasizing about without your neighbors watching.”

“Good idea.”