Breaking Away

“Nope, not at all,” he said, but she couldn’t help but think he was lying.

Nodding, she looked down as she slowly pushed away from him. If he had said yes, she would have needed to cut him off, so she was thankful he said no. She was far from done with him, and the only thing she needed to do was ignore her own feelings and enjoy Phillip Anderson. She couldn’t let what happened last time with Kevin happen again. With one look up into Phillip’s carefree face, she knew that he didn’t want anything more than sex, and that was good. Very good. Feelings were trouble, complete and utter trouble.

“Good, cause we are keeping things light.”

“We are,” he agreed, squeezing her hips with his large hands.

“Only having fun.”

“Lots of it,” he agreed. “That’s why I’m going to go to kickboxing with you. That will be fun.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to kickbox with me?”

“Sure, but I’ll need to ride with you. I don’t have another helmet with me. I’ll bring one next time.”

She eyed him for a second before asking, “Ride with me?”

“Yup, I’ll get my workout bag off the back of my bike; we can go to lunch afterwards.”

With not another word, Phillip turned, making his way to his bike. Confused, she watched as he grabbed his things before looking up at her and motioning for her to come on. As she made her way down the stairs, she couldn’t help but think that him going to kickboxing with her, and then taking her to lunch, seemed very much like a date.

Reaching for the handle to her car, she asked, “So, this is like a date then?”

He looked over at her and shook his head. “No, you’re driving.”

Her eyebrows drew together. “Because I’m driving, it’s not a date?”

“Yup.”

Putting her hands on her hips, she asked, “How the hell does that make sense?”

Phillip laughed as he looked down at the top of the car before looking back up at her. “Because if this were a date, I’d wear something nice. I would have bought you flowers, and most of all, I would hire someone to drive so that my hands would never leave your body. We are having fun, Reese. Stop analyzing shit, and let’s go.”

With that, he fell into the passenger seat while Reese mulled his words over. She was curious to know if that was thought out just for her, or if that was the way he worked. She wondered if other girls had the pleasure of being wooed by Phillip Anderson and, for some odd reason, she was jealous of the women. That only lasted a minute before she mentally slapped the hell out of herself.

This was sex, pure sex. No flowers, no drivers needed, and no fucking wooing. No! Just nice, hot sex. If Phillip wanted to go smack a bag and then feed her, who was she to analyze it? They were having fun, and that was it. But as she got into the car, her kitten recovered from the bitch slap and informed her that date or not, she was excited to hang out with Phillip outside of the bed.

And even her regular self agreed.

Shit.



Reese loved kickboxing.

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