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as horny as a bonobo in the jungle.
I must have a disorder. Asshole Arousal Disorder where I’m only interested in men who ignore me.
“Seems like I’m easily defeated by pompous men in suits who don’t listen to me,”
There’s that beautiful face. I could stare at those green eyes forever.
Within one week, Danny Walker has bulldozed in, bribed me to leave, said I remind him of a stripper, and accidentally masturbated in front of me.
“You’ve just ruined me forever,” he growls from below me. “I’ll never fucking recover from this.”
“Still trying to buy me out?” I pant. “At this rate, I’ll give you the damn company.”
Without a doubt, right now, I’m the luckiest girl in London.
“No, I prefer hot-headed, foul-mouthed brunettes who never run a brush through their hair, take mice to dinner parties and sleep in beds so damn uncomfortable and tiny, I have to go to a physio. You
“I told you to dress for seven degrees,” he chides, watching me shiver. “That’s very precise,” I mutter. “I’m not a meteorologist. Your instructions should have been to dress for arctic conditions where my bones will be replaced with ice.”
Does that mean,” she asks quietly, “that I’m your girlfriend?” My eyes hold hers as a barrage of emotions flood me. Fuck this. For the first time in years, I know what I want. If I could stay in this moment forever, I would. With this girl. My girl. Leave London, my company, everything behind and become hermits on these cliffs. “Yes, Charlie. You most certainly are.” She rests her head on my shoulders, and I inhale deeply into her hair. So this is what content feels like.
If Danny Walker wants me to move to the Shetlands, live on a sheep farm, and make him fish haggis every day, then sign me up.
I am hopelessly, utterly irrevocably in love with this man, but I can’t admit it out loud. I want this man from my very core. I’ve never wanted anything more, and that thought terrifies me because to love this deep means I have so, so much to lose.
I watch her walk away, and something inside me breaks into a thousand tiny pieces.
“I’m wiping the slate clean. I love you, Charlie. I’ve never loved anyone like this before. I want you to be my girlfriend; I want you to be my last girlfriend.
