Love in the Dust: A Cowboy's Second Chance with a City Girl

Control

I hear a throat being cleared as I finish up the last box.

I look up and see Chandler as he standsstands in the doorway.

His eyes seem sharp and focused on me. There was confidence, and a smirk was played on his lips,lips, suggesting he had more in mind than just a casual visit.

"Hey, Chandler," I say as I attempt to keep my voice even. "You actually came by."

He stepped into the room.Iroom.I told you I would. I'm a man of my word after all."

"Feel free to sit," I said, gesturing to the desk.

Chandler takes a seat in my chair,chair, his eyes never leaning mine. My chair was a normal office chair,chair, but his body engulfed in with ease.
"I see you've been busy. Everything is looking great,"  he replies.

He runs his hand throughthrough his hair.

"Thanks," I replied with a small smile. His gaze makes me feel exposed, and it made it hard to breathe. "I've been working hard to get the last few boxes done."

He leaned back slightly in the chair. "I can see that. You're very dedicated," he says as he glances around the room. "But let's not pretend this is just a work visit. We both know there's more to it."

I felt my heart racing, and I struggled to maintain my composure. My breathing felt ridgid. "What do you mean?"

Chandler's eyes seem to narrow slightly at my question, "I'm here because I want to be. Because I find you interesting. If I am being honest, I don't take kindly to being dismissed or pushed away." He replies, leaning forward now, his elbows resting on his thighs as he looks at me.

I felt a shiver run down my spine at."I'm just trying to keep things professional," I say with a trembling voice.

He stood up quickly as he began to close the distance between us with quick strides. "Professional, sure. But let's be honest here for a minute. There's a lot of unresolved tension here, and I'm not one to ignore that, unlike you." His says fimly.

I swallowed hard as I felt my pulse quickening. "What are you suggesting?" I ask.

Chandler's smile seemed to widen at my question, "I'm suggesting that you stop trying to distance yourself and accept that there's something here that you can't ignore."

He stepped even closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray piece of hair from my face. He softly tucked the piece of hair behind my ear. The touch was both tender and possessive. "You've been trying to avoid me, and I don't appreciate that. I want you to understand that you don't get to make the rules here. I do."

My breath caught in my throat as he continued softly twirling my hair in his fingertips. "You can keep up playing pretend, but I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to make sure you know exactly where you stand."

He says as he traps my body against a wall, pushing his body against mine.

"I don't want to be part of your games, Chandler," I said, my voice a whisper, not even believing my own voice.

His gaze stays locked with mine, never shifting. "This isn't a game. It's about taking control. Whether you like it or not, you're going to have to deal with that because I am going to have to make the first move because clearly you aren't."

His hand lingered on my cheek, and I felt myself crumbling under the weight of his authority and dominance.

Chandler gave a firm nod. "So, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. But either way, you're going to understand that I'm not someone you can dismiss or ignore. I'm here, and I am not going anywhere. You're not running away from this, Margaret," Chandler said with a low growl. "We both know you're just going to act like you don't feel anything between us because you are too stubborn to face it."

I scoff. "I don't know what you're trying to say here. I told you before, I'm just doing my job. I don't need you interfering, Chandler."

Chandler smirked down at me. I was still pinned against the wall under his weight. "It's not me interfering."

He tilts my chain to look into my eyes as I pull me as I unconsciously stare at my feet in anxiety.

"It's about knowing where you and I stand. You are under the assumption I will let you push me away, but I won't. I'm here to show you that you don't get to decide the terms for the both of us when I know we both feel the same thing." He told me in a deep, stern voice.

I shifted slightly, growing uncomfortable uncomfortably under his gaze. I try to keep my voice strong. "I don't need you to show me anything. I can handle things on my own."

His eyes tightened at my comments immediately. "You keep saying that, but I don't see you even making an effort to push me away. I find it intriguing how you can't seem to totally commit up to ignoring me."There was an unmistakable blaze in his voice.

"Keep telling yourself that I think it's more the fact that I just don't like being manipulated." I retorted, though a part of me was weak in the knees with just his simple words.

Chandler's smile grew immediately as though entertained by my words. "I'm not manipulating you; I'm being truthful with you and myself. You're not going to get away with your little games. I'm here to take control, whether you like it or not. We both want the same thing. Someone just had to say it.

"And what if I don't want to play along?" I asked him carefully, trying to keep my voice strong, though my voice lacked the strength it had before.

I felt the heat of his body increase around me as he leaned close to me. I could feel the heat of his breath slightly warm against my ear. "It's not about wanting to play along. It's about admitting that you're not in control here. You can fight it all you want, but the more you fight, the more you'll find yourself pulled to me."

I swallowed hard, my heart dashing as his words sank in. "So what's your plan? To make me submit?" I ask with a laugh.

He chuckled softly, his hand grazing against my arm with a possessive flicker.

My eyes watch his mowbmwnta closely.

"Not make you submit per say; just have to know what we both already know; you won't have to fight it. Though let me be clear, Margaret, I'm not just interested in making you submit in just one way."
I feel his calloused fingers on my jaw, forcing me to look back into his eyes.

His tone was laced with a thick layer of dominance, and as he leaned in closer, I could feel his warm breath against my skin, his lips lingering above mine. "I plan on making you submit in more ways than one. Physically and emotionally, every way that matters. You think you can just resist, and that's it? You're wrong."

"And what makes you think you can control that?" I ask, rolling my eyes at his cockness.

His eyes wrinkled in amusement, and his smile or smirk seemed to widen even more.
"Because I know what it takes to break through that stubborn cover of yours. I know how to push your boundaries and challenge you in ways you can't ignore. I'll make you feel things you didn't think you'd ever let yourself experience."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek with a possessive touch. "Eventually, you'll see that submitting can be freeing. It's not just about losing control; it's about discovering parts of yourself you've kept hidden."

I looked at him, my breath coming faster as I processed his words. "And if I don't want to discover those parts?"

Chandler chuckled softly, his voice turning seductive. I felt the soft vibration of his laugh against me. "Oh, you'll want to. The more you resist, the more you'll find that you crave it. Sooner or later, you'll give in, and when you do, you'll find it's exactly what you wanted."

He took a step back. "Think about it, Margaret."

I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat. "You think you can just come in here and—"

"—and show you that you're not in control," he asked, cutting me off. He said it with raised eyebrows. "You might resist now, but eventually, you'll find that you don't really want to fight me."

"Maybe I do find it... Compelling..." I admitted almost to myself, my voice barely a whisper.

Chandler's gaze softened. "Compelling, huh? Good. I don't want you to forget that. I want you to remember this exact moment; remember that in spite of your hesitation, there's a part of you that finds this... exciting."

He took a step back, giving me a chance to process his words. "So, what happens now?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

Chandler's smile was both reassuring and possessive at the same time. "Now, you have to decide if you're going to continue fighting me or if you're going to accept that this is what you want. Either way, I'm not going anywhere, and I'll be here to remind you of that."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked towards the door, leaving me standing there, heart pounding, my thoughts running rapidly.