This Was Meant To Be

Chapter 7

A week after that first date, Leigh was getting ready again to meet him. But she was puzzled.

What she wasn’t, was satisfied.

Harrison hadn’t taken her home and ravished her, as she’d hoped. After that stupendous first date, and another long, lingering kiss at the door, he had left.

Since then, they had gone out twice, and they had shared those deep, drugging kisses. She’d felt so much. And every time, she had ended up home alone.

This time, she chose her sexiest lingerie, determined that she wouldn’t end up coming home alone. Well, there wasn’t much of it. But she knew that what there was of it was effective. At least, she hoped it would be, because it was new.

Somehow, she wanted something new for Harrison.

Besides, she needed a distraction and Harrison was handy. Things were getting a bit tense at work. Slimy Willie seemed to be back to his old tricks.

Leigh had caught a couple of mistakes just in time, so they hadn’t become mistakes; at least, not the kind that mattered.

She needed a distraction, and she was beginning to feel like the s*xual tension was affecting her concentration. She kept losing her train of thought and dreaming about Harrison.

She needed to get laid.

She was going to. If he thought he had even a dream of resisting her when she really turned on the heat, he was wrong.

And that was why she was cooking, and they were spending the evening at home.

She was going to seduce Harrison. This time, there would be none of this dropping her at home and disappearing business. This time, she would have him.

If there was an intensity to her need that she had never felt before, she chose to ignore it. Leigh wasn’t ready for complications, not right then. She’d had one very serious relationship in her life, and look how that had turned out! She was entitled to be a bit selfish.

But she knew, deep inside, that she was trying to justify it to herself using reasons that were just not true. Nothing with Harrison could ever be simple. There was too much between them for s*x to be a step taken lightly and thoughtlessly. Even dating was a huge step, from which there would be no going back, not to the place where they’d been.

Leigh refused to think about why she felt such a need for him. But she did, and she wouldn’t ignore it any longer.

To busy herself, she tidied the kitchen counter, which she had put to excellent use, making Harrison’s favorite red sauce that took an age and a half to be ready.

She didn’t think about why she felt the need to give him so much time and effort, either.

Tonight, Leigh was focused on taking.

When he rang the bell, Leigh was ready. She knew she looked good, in a long dress that bled all the colors of the rainbow and left her shoulders bare except for two very thin straps. The neckline was a deep V that showed off her high, perky bre*sts. The dress skimmed over her waist and hips cleverly, showing off her curves with every move, but looking deceptively modest until she moved.

“It’s open,” called Leigh when she heard the door.

“I came just as your neighbor did. She seems nice. A bit suspicious, she did ask me if I have an ax on my person before letting me come in.”

Leigh laughed.

“That’ll be Mrs. Patterson. Yes, she is a bit obsessed with those reality murder shows. You’re lucky she let you in at all.”

She turned around, and with that twirling move, her dress seemed to hug every curve for a second, shimmering over her.

“You look…”

Harrison felt his throat go dry.

Leigh’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she noticed how his eyes widened.

“I look?” she questioned.

“Wonderful,” said Harrison, his voice hoarse.

Leigh smiled and moved again, walking to the cupboard to get dishes.

“It’s a slow-simmered sauce with pasta for dinner. I thought we might jump straight to the main course, because you’ll want to fill up on that,” said Leigh, and she bent over, getting a serving platter from a cupboard under her kitchen counter.

Harrison felt his body stirring to life as he watched her ass wiggling in the air as she looked for something. He could barely think. His blood was definitely more focused in parts of his body that had nothing to do with thinking.

When she stood up, he was sorely disappointed, but she leaned forward a bit to pick up something and he got a view of her cleavage that made him nearly whimper.

He had been trying to go slow, because he believed that Leigh needed that. But if she kept looking as enticing as she did at that moment, he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

And they were eating at home, alone! He didn’t think he could trust himself.

“Maybe we should go out,” said Harrison.

Leigh turned around, her eyes wide and hurt.

“Do you think my cooking is so bad, then?” asked Leigh.

Harrison shook his head immediately. If his blood had been flowing properly to the head on his neck, he wouldn’t have said something that stupid.

“No, no, of course not,” assured Harrison. Damn it, was he going to stammer like a teenaged fool?

Leigh smiled, and it was that secret smile that said that she knew things – things he’d rather not let her find out, not that moment.

“Are you afraid to be alone with me, Harrison?”

Harrison shook his head; changed his mind and started nodding; changed his mind and shook it again.

He felt a bit dizzy by the end of that, but that might’ve been because Leigh was so close to him, too. Standing so close to him that he could smell that elusive scent, of flowers and spices, that reminded him of summer nights in the tropics.