Slow No Wake - By Dakota Madison Page 0,34

wasn’t true.

A half smiled crossed Eddie’s face, enough to show his sexy dimple. He put his lips to my ear and whispered, “I knew you couldn’t let me go.”

Before I knew what was happening, he pushed me against one of the shelves of books and smashed his lips into mine. Desire surged through me as his tongue lunged into my mouth. His lips and tongue all felt so needy as his mouth moved urgently over mine.

His body was pressed so close to mine, I could feel his erection pressing hard against me and I could feel his heart beating against my chest. His pure desire for me aroused a yearning deep inside. When I let out a moan, his longing for me seemed to become even more intense as his kisses became harder and his tongue thrust deeper into my mouth.

“I want you, Alexandria,” Eddie panted between uneven breathes.

Every inch of my body was charged. I had never been so turned on in my life. The powerful chemistry between the two of us was overwhelming. I was so close to giving into my physical desires, but one small voice stopped me.

An image of Daniel flashed in my mind. It was the look on his face when he said, “When you look further into your future, I hope you’ll see me.”

I pushed away from Eddie. “I can’t do this.”

He took a deep breath as he pushed his hand through his hair. Then he looked at me and shook his head. “You’re killing me, Alexandria.”

“I think we both need some air,” I said as I moved toward the door. I tried to smooth my hair down in the back and tucked my front strands behind my ears.

I could feel Eddie come up close behind me. Heat was still radiating from his body. I could feel my pulse quicken in response. “This isn’t over, Alexandria,” he whispered in my ear. “It’s just beginning.”

I turned to face him. “You’re right, Eddie. I want you. Every inch of my body longs to connect with yours. But not my heart. My heart wants Daniel.”

I grabbed the handle and threw the door open. This time, Eddie didn’t try to stop me from leaving.

SEVEN

Spin Out

When I got home, I was still reeling from the events of the day. My no wake zone had practically become a tsunami in a matter of hours.

The minute I sat to try and force down some food, there was a knock at the door. Definitely too early for Eddie.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to see my landlord, Hans, standing there.

“Is there a problem?” I asked, hoping he had gotten my rent check and it cleared my bank account.

Hans shook his head. “No, you’re already a much better tenant than those surfer boys.”

I was starting to think that Hans just didn’t like the guys and didn’t have any verifiable issues with them. Except for the kitten.

“Those surfer boys are trouble,” Hans said. “They have a cat. I know they do.”

I smiled politely. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Oh, yes,” Hans said. “I almost forgot.” He pulled a letter from his vest pocket. “This was in my mailbox, but it’s addressed to you.

He handed me the letter.

“Thanks,” I said, hoping he would leave. He made me a little uncomfortable, especially after Eddie’s assertion that he was a pervert, which probably wasn’t true. But the seed was still planted in my mind.

“Okay,” he said. “Have a good evening.”

I closed the door as he hobbled away.

The return address on the letter was from Hannah Wilkens, my sister. My only sibling. The person who I trusted more than anyone in the world, and who had betrayed me. The person I found in bed with my former fiancé.

I hadn’t spoken to her in months. I hadn’t spoken to her or Jeff, since the day I found them together and broke off my engagement. She had tried many times to explain, to apologize, to mend our relationship, but I never let her. I never gave her a chance. I told her she was no longer my sister and I meant it when I said it.

Although a postal letter seemed an archaic form of communication in the 21st century world of instant messages and texts, I knew exactly why she sent it. She knew if she phoned, I would hang up on her, and if she emailed me, I would just delete it. But a letter is a thing of substance not as easily ignored. To