Needed

Chapter 3

As Adam lead Anna into the kitchen, he paused to take her in. She had honey colored hair that hung down her back. It was straight earlier in the day, but he assumed, the rain had cause her natural curls to come back. Her toffee colored eyes were wide and innocent. Full lips and straight teeth. The t-shirt she had on was one of his favorites, a Lynrd Skynrd band tee. It hung down to her knees, and the sleeves nearly reached her elbows. She kept futilely tugging at the collar as it slipped off her shoulder. She blushed every time it did. Adam smiled at how cute she looked. "We need to take you shopping, as much as I like you in my t-shirt, I'm fairly certain you'll want something of your own to wear." He smiled. She looked down again as she began to shake her head, "I can't. I don't have any money. I don't have anything." She spoke quietly. Adam sighed and tilted her chin up, "Eyes, Anna. That's my second warning. I want eye contact when you speak to me. You need clothing. Toiletries, shoes, and all those other things women need. Your clothes are in the dryer, right through there. Eat. Then get dressed. We're leaving in 20 minutes." He said as he released her and set the sandwiches down at the island. Anna went to argue but thought better of it. "Alright. Thank you." She said instead. "You're welcome." Anna climbed up onto one of the kitchen stools, and began to eat. As she finished, she climbed back down slowly so she wouldn't slip. Adam chuckled. Anna huffed. "What's so funny?" "Nothing short stuff." He grinned and headed back to the living room. Anna frowned and went to change into her clothes.

"Whoah!" Anna's eyes widened as they stepped into the garage. Adam had a wide range of vehicles to choose from. Aside from the Harley they rode in on, he had 2 other bikes, a new-looking Ford truck. It was big, lifted, and a dark grey in color. He had a classic muscle car, she wasn't sure what kind, it was shiny and black. A big silver Jeep, obviously made for off-roading and mud riding. A brand new Porsche 911 Turbo, also black. There were ATV's, dirt bikes, you name it. Adam smirked as he placed a hand low on her back, "Take your pick Little One. Which one would you like to take today?" Anna jumped at the contact initially, then found herself gradually leaning into his touch. "That one. Can we take that one?" She sighed, pointing at the muscle car. Adam grabbed the keys and headed towards the beast. Anna shook her head when he asked if she knew what it was. "This is a 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS. It's got a 454 Big Block. Man she can really purr." He patted the hood affectionately. Anna giggled as she slid into the plush leather of the passenger seat.

As the day wore on, Anna found herself exhausted. Adam insisted on buying her an entire wardrobe. They were currently inside a quaint little boutique, Adam's arms overflowing with bags. By the 3rd store, Anna stopped fighting him on prices and just let him pick. She didn't want to be financially dependent on him, but she had no other choice right now. As she headed towards the dressing room, Adam caught her hand, stopping her. She looked at him questioningly. He tugged her into his chest, dipped down, and kissed her soundly on the mouth. Standing straight, he patted her behind and nudged her towards the dressing room. Anna found her mind to be clouded over. As if she were in a haze. That small skin to skin contact had set her body ablaze. She wanted more. More kisses. More Adam. Just.. More. She was inexplicably drawn to this man. The need to be around him, to touch him, was overwhelming. With her hand on the knob of the dressing room door, she looked over her shoulder at him and bit her lip nervously. Adam rose from his seat and stalked towards her, "I'll join you." He looked at her as if he expected her to argue with him. Anna found herself nodding, fisting his t-shirt in her small hand as he walked her backwards through the door. The look in his eyes predatory.