Progressive Properties is aggressively taking over where small neighborhoods once flourished. Now Angelique's Shelter, St. Gabriel's, is under attack. Who shows up at her door to deliver the news? John McDougal, now a prominent property attorney, an...
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John was true to his word. No sooner did Angelique sign the papers for her release did he show up at her door.
"Ready to blow this popsicle stand?" he asked, smiling at her.
Angelique looked radiant. John's heart swelled at the sight of her. He felt like a man starved for too long, and he knew she was the only thing that could satisfy him.
"Are you hungry?" She felt shy under his intense gaze.
"What made you say that?" he asked, amused that she could read his thoughts so accurately.
"Maybe because you are looking at me like I am a ham sandwich."
John laughed. "Well, you're right. I am hungry but it isn't food I'm hungry for."
Angelique's skin tingled with excitement at his words and her shade turned a pleasant pink at the images those words brought to mind. John would have loved to of had just a glimpse of what she pictured that made her whole body blush so pleasingly.
"So, do I get a kiss?" She asked, tempting fate, it would seem.
"You think we should chance it?" John teased, with an all-knowing smile, hinting at the danger such an act might cause.
"If I've learned anything through this ordeal, it is that life is short. You should never pass on an opportunity. Especially one as good as this," Angelique challenged.
John didn't need a second invitation. His whole body ached to hold her in his arms. His mouth covered hers and she could feel the hunger that drove that kiss.
She returned it with the passionate pleasure it gave to her to receive it. It was more than John could handle. He begrudgingly came up for air.
"Okay," he said, letting out a deep sigh. "We are going to have to pursue that line of thinking at a later time. Right now I have to get you home and it's too tempting to stand here with you in a room that comes complete with a bed."
Angelique giggled and took his hand in hers. She gratefully left the hospital behind. As they drove through the city, she realized they were headed the wrong way.
"I thought you were taking me home?"
"I am taking you home," John said as he pulled into a parking garage that was attached to a very elite apartment building.
John turned off the engine and jogged around the car. When he opened the door, Angelique asked, "And who lives here?"
John offered Angelique his hand to help her from the car.
"We do." He pulled a suitcase of her clothes from the trunk.
"We do?" Angelique grinned at John. He had a look of devilish mischief written across his face.
"Yep." John ushered her to the elevator.
"And since when do WE live here?"
Her tone sounded annoyed that John would take such liberties, yet she secretly Angelique felt excited at the idea of living together.
