Taming Mr. Walker (London Mister, #1)

by Rosa Lucas

I wasn’t lying when I told her she had ruined me. I almost blew a five-million-pound deal so that I could sit in a small girly flatshare, squirming in my own pre-cum watching a girl too young for me and completely off-limits, get herself off. Like a horny schoolboy.

The girl is sensational, there's no doubt about that. Karl and Jack have both said it themselves, although they somehow aren’t as affected as me. A stare from those green eyes under their dark eyelashes and I turn to goo.

Why am I kidding myself? She is in control. She is metaphorically leading me by the cock wherever she wants me to go.

“You have no idea how attracted I am to you, do you?” he whispers hoarsely. “If you haven’t noticed, the sexual attraction between us is making me a little crazy.”

“There’s no coming back from this, Charlie. I’ve opened a floodgate that I won’t be able to close.” “I know,”

“I need to see you.” His voice takes the breath from my lungs. “You saw me at the party.” “It’s not enough,” his deep voice replies. “Look, I don’t know what this is, but I know I don’t want to keep playing this game of cat and mouse with you.”

“This is a first,” his voice turns teasing. “I’ve never seen you nervous.” His hand goes under my chin to drag my gaze up from the floor. “If it helps, you make me nervous too.”

“You're heart-stopping,” he whispers. “I’m not sure my poor heart can take this.”

There are bags under his eyes, and he has that dishevelled plane hair and clothes thing going on. My grin widens. He looks like shit, and it’s because he flew home early for me.

“Did you just try to scratch your Nether region with your elbow?” I snort. “It’s the leather.” “The leather?” “I’m wearing a tight leather bra and pants ensemble. It was supposed to be a surprise.” He gives me an amused smirk. “God, give me strength. You take out the leather after I’ve sat squashed against a fat man and a baby for eight hours. Are you trying to murder me through exhaustion?” “You look like you have fleas.” “That’s not the look I'm aiming for,” I mutter. He lets out a snort of laughter and finds my hand across the table. “Let’s get the dessert to go.”

“Thank you for sharing it with me. 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.

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’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. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. I’ve wanted you for ten years. I’m forty-one. Someday in the not-too-distant future, I want us to live together. I want you to be my wife and the mother of my children someday.” He draws breath. “So there it is. I’m not expecting you to want all these things right now, but I’m hoping since you travelled halfway around the world that you want something too. All my cards are on the table.” His voice breaks low and gruff. “You have my heart. Do with it what you want.”