Jeez. He said he liked me but evidence was suggesting he liked me.

And I liked that.

“You come to the club on Saturday,” he declared. “Bring your girls. I’ll give you a VIP and send a car for you and them. Any friends you got that you want there, I’ll give you Kathleen’s number, she’ll get you the passes you need for them to join you in your section. I’ll spend time with you in the club if I got it but rest up, you’ll be spending time with me after I’m done. I also claim Sunday.”

“I have clients on Sunday morning,” I told him.

“I’ll take you home to take them and I’ll pick you up to spend the rest of Sunday with me.”

Take me home?

This meant he assumed I’d be spending the night with him.

And I liked his assumption.

My heart squeezed.

The cell in Knight’s back pocket rang.

“Give me a second, babe,” he muttered, pulling it out, looking at the display then hitting a button and putting it to his ear. “Yo,” he greeted, paused then there was a semi-growled, “Tell me you’re shittin’ me.” Another pause then an annoyed, “What time is it?” Pause then, “Why the f**k did she wait until nearly two f**kin’ thirty to drag her ass to you?” Silence then, “Jesus, f**k, this bitch is gonna do my f**kin’ head in. Shit for brains. She report he’s a regular?” Pause then, more annoyed, as in far more annoyed, “He’s done it before?” Another pause then, sinisterly quietly, “Oh no. This is a message I’m gonna relay. Got Anya with me. Gonna get her settled and I’ll meet you at the club.” Pause then, “Right. Twenty, maybe thirty. Later.”

He hit a button and his eyes came to me.

“I gotta go do something and I want you to wait here for me.”

“Maybe I should –” I began but he shook his head.

“I want you to wait here for me.”

“Knight –”

“Anya, you aren’t gettin’ this but two weeks ago when you walked into my bedroom to use my phone, the life you been livin’ which isn’t all that good got better. A f**kuva lot better. Because I’m gonna make it that way. And in return, I’m gonna ask very little of you. And right now, all I’m askin’ is for you to hang here until I come home so I can spend more time with you since I’m probably not gonna see you again for another week.”

He was going to make my life better.

Oh God.

Oh my.

Oh crap.

He was right. He already had. Expensive phones. Safe apartment. Saved costs of a taxi. Succulent steaks. My girls enduring a scene and getting VIP vouchers and escorts to their car to try to make it better.

“Shit car, babe. Gotta get you something decent.”

Oh God.

He was thinking of buying me a car!

“Anya?”

My body jolted and my eyes focused on him.

“Knight, I don’t know.”

He was three feet away.

Then he wasn’t, his hands were cupping my jaw again and his face was all I could see.

“Babe, eat what you want, drink what you want, watch TV or a movie and just wait for me. All I’m askin’ is for your time and, when I get back, your company. And I’m tellin’ you I really want you to give it to me,” he said gently.

God, seriously, he liked me.

And I liked how much he liked me.

Because, call me crazy, I liked him.

“Okay,” I agreed.

I watched from close as his eyes smiled.

My heart squeezed and my lips parted.

Then I watched from close as his eyes dropped to my mouth. Then I watched them darken.

At that, my br**sts swelled, my knees got weak and my one free hand came up to grab onto the side of his tee at his waist.

“Fuck, wanna take that mouth,” he muttered like he was talking to himself but I heard him since he was right there with me, looking at my mouth, eyes now dark and hungry and that tingle slid up my spine, my neck, radiating over my scalp as another tingle hit a secret place deep inside me.

Okay, right.

Okay, God.

I wanted him to “take” my mouth. I wanted that with every part of me.

My body swayed into his but his hands tensed on my jaw and his eyes moved to mine.

“Not now, baby,” he whispered. “I take your mouth, I wanna give it time and attention and I don’t have the first and, I give it the last, I won’t do what I gotta do.”

That was disappointing. Seriously disappointing.

Even so, I whispered back, “Okay.”

He didn’t let me go, just looked in my eyes.

Then, the pads of his fingers tensing into my skin, in a rough, sexy-as-heck voice that also tingled in a secret place in me, he growled, “Fuck, I cannot f**kin’ wait to have you under me and lookin’ up at me like you’re right now f**kin’ lookin’ at me.”

Okay, right.

Okay, God.

I liked that too.

“Knight –” I breathed.

“Jesus, I’m gonna possess that beauty.”

Oh God.

Another secret tingle.

“Honey,” I whispered as I swayed closer.

“Step away from me, Anya,” he ordered.

“Pardon?”

“Step away from me, baby. Now.”

I looked into his eyes. Then I did what I was told.

His hands fell away but one grabbed mine. Then he took me to his shades of gray, comfy whatever room. Then he loaded up a movie for me. Then he ran a finger across the hip of my jeans, promised me he’d be back soon and he left me.

When he did, I sipped my wine and freaked out. Then I stretched out on his comfy couch while still freaking out and sipping wine. Then I put my wine on the square coffee table in front of me and tried to focus on the movie.

Then, obviously, I fell asleep.

And while I was sleeping, Knight came home and covered me with a soft, warm, woolen throw.

“Two weeks ago when you walked into my bedroom to use my phone, the life you been livin’ which isn’t all that good got better. A f**kuva lot better. Because I’m gonna make it that way.”

I closed my eyes and sighed.

Then I threw off the blanket, pulled myself up and walked across the room to the windows. No sunken portion to this room, all one level. Still, it was awesome.

I stared at the view noting what I’d already noted vaguely. No time, day or night, was Knight’s view bad. Sunshine, Denver and mountains during the day. Moonlight, city lights and midnight-purple mountain shadows at night.