Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 611 - Bab 620

“Yes, you did. And then Isaac answered your phone and told me you didn’t want to talk to me and that I should never call you again.”She hesitated. “Isaac answered my phone? When?”“A couple hours after I saw you kiss him.”“I didn’t kiss him! He kissed me.”“Well, you didn’t stop him!”“I didn’t get the chance. You punched him before I could retaliate.”Now Eric hesitated. “You didn’t want him to kiss you?”“No. I love you, you f**king idiot. Why would I want to kiss another man?”Eric panted heavily, a mixture of anger and confusion and joy. She loved him. Sure, she had called him a f**king idiot, but she loved him. He almost believed her, but the hurt of the past few days made him hesitate. “If you love me so much, why did you hang up on me?”“I would never hang up on you. Never. I wanted you to call, so we could work things out.”“Then why didn’t you call me?”“Isaac made me think that you didn’t want to talk to me.”Eric’s fists clenched. “That little weasel.”“Did you really cal

Rebekah took a deep breath and knocked on Isaac’s apartment door. She knew she probably shouldn’t show up unannounced. He might not even be home. She wanted to clear the air between them now. She didn’t want anything to weigh on her thoughts while she was having dinner with Eric. Or while they picked out her engagement ring.A minute later the door swung open, and Trey Mills stood in the doorway in nothing but a pair of black satin boxer shorts. “Hey, Rebekah,” he said with a devilish grin. “What brings you here?”“Uh…” Why was Trey in Isaac’s apartment? Maybe they’d hit it off after she and Eric had left the evening before. Okay. That made sense. But why was he almost naked? “Is… is I-Isaac h-here?”“Yeah, he’s here. Why don’t you come in?”Trey stepped to the side, and Rebekah entered the apartment. She could smell dinner cooking. Garlic, oregano, parmesan. Isaac had always been an excellent cook. Italian cuisine was only one of his specialties. Trey shut the door behind her and pre

“Just Eric in fancy lettering. And maybe a music staff and music notes on either end to bracket it, and tiny, multicolored butterflies above it to make it look feminine.”Butch nodded, obviously picturing what she wanted in his mind. “I’ll draw up a stencil real quick. See if I can capture what you want. Then we can make adjustments before we make it permanent.”Rebekah’s tummy fluttered as if she’d swallowed a few of those feminine little butterflies. “Okay,” she croaked.“I’m going to help him,” Eric said. He handed her a book that had photos of the tattoos Butch had done. “Keep yourself occupied.”Nervous, she looked through the pages. Butch really was a talented artist. She could tell she was in good hands. Some portraits he’d inked on people looked so real it was as if she were looking at a photograph taped to their skin. Ten minutes later, Butch and Eric returned.The stenciled drawing he showed her stole her breath. It was perfect! She imagined brides must feel that way when th

“Rebekah?”She needed a minute to collect herself. Putting her head between her knees would probably be her best bet. She flipped forward and banged her head on the keyboard with a discordant blam!She was going to get married! A dream she had all but given up on. She hadn’t thought any man in the world would want to marry a woman who could never give him a family, and here she was engaged not to any man, but the most wonderful man she’d ever known. The man she loved so much she couldn’t imagine a single day without him. The man who probably thought she’d lost her mind.“Reb?” he whispered as he tried to pry her forehead from the keyboard.She gulped air.“Look, if you changed your mind about getting married—”No! She sat up abruptly and lifted her hand to cover his mouth, but managed to accidentally hit him in the nose. Her hand was shaking so hard, she was surprised it found his face at all.She shook her head vigorously. “Of course I d-didn’t change m-my mind. I’m j-just so… so… h-

He smiled. He’d never been greeted with a birthday present on his pillow. The guys had once woken him by smashing a birthday cake into his face. It had been one rude, but rather delicious, wake-up call.He untied the ribbon and lifted the lid, expecting to find something sexy nestled in the tissue paper. Instead, he found a baby monitor.“A baby monitor?”He lifted the device from the box and found a second note tied to its short antenna. I’m at your beck and call, birthday boy. Press the button, and let me know when you’re ready for me.His heart thundered with anticipation. He pressed the button. “Rebekah?”“I’ll be right up,” her voice came from the little speaker.He was already up. When it came to his woman, he was always up. He covered his excitement by dropping a pillow on his lap.A moment later the bedroom door opened and Rebekah entered carrying a tray of food. She wore a frilly little apron. Just a frilly little apron. Damn, she looked good enough to eat. If he hadn’t alrea