CHAPTER 8: ANNIE
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When Annie came out of the locker room, Patrick was waiting for her. She couldn’t help it. She blushed. His eyes darkened as they roamed down her body, lingering on her chest. Her n*****s hardened and he must’ve seen it through her T-shirt because he almost growled.
“Come on.” He hurried down the hallway toward the garage.
She followed, staring at his a*s. It was tight and firm and she was going to touch it. She was going to touch all of him. He waited at the elevator, his hand on the side, keeping the door open for her. Her p***y throbbed with need. He was so old fashioned and gentlemanly. She’d never met anyone like him. She glanced up at the corner—too bad there were cameras in here.
The elevator stopped and he followed her to the car, his heat warming he
