Achilles' POV
I do not really mean it when I apologize, though. I love the look of surprise masked by intense desire in her eyes. She swirls the drink in her hand and takes a sip.
Susan is so beautiful, and I so much want to reassure her. Tell her not to be so worried about me not liking her. I can see it in her eyes now-that uncertainty.
That was the same look I saw in her eyes when I ran after her. The same look in her eyes at the cafe. Though she hasn't told me her story, I have an idea that she might have had it tough.
Her laugh brings me back to earth. "You're so funny."
"Not at all, baby," I say, giving her a lazy look. My eyes travel down her dress. It's a short red dress with slits on both sides of her thighs, and I want to rip them apart, spread her legs and pleasure her. "I
