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Chapter Thirty Eight

SCOTT

The guys and I returned to the warehouse shortly after leaving Brooks' home where we had a shootout but no one got killed, not even the Lieutenant. I had things on my mind. Things like if there was still a woman in my bed. I wondered on the drives to and from the Lieutenant's home if Aphrodite had left again. I wondered what I would do if that were the case. I told her I wanted her to stay, realized that I wanted her to stay because it had been so different without her there, and because now she was listening to the truths of her body instead of denying them only because of worldly rights and wrongs. But Aphrodite wasn't my prisoner anymore. I set her free five days ago. And because she was now there on her own free will, it could very well be possible that she wouldn't be in the bed I put her in.

I wanted to ask her what had changed. I wanted to know why she came back to her prison only to make another "mistake".

And as I remembered how she looked when I fucked her, how she moaned for me, how she talked to me in the midst of her desire, I knew that what transpired earlier was anything but a mistake.

I waved the men away, told them my room would be off limits for the rest of the night, and made a beeline for my room that Aphrodite would or would not still be in. My gaze instantly went to my bed when I walked in, I kept walking closer even after my sight took in what was there... or in reality, what wasn't.

My bed was empty.

I stared at the rumpled covers of the full size bed that had been placed practically in the middle of the room because of the lack of space and tried to ignore the heavy disappointment in my chest. I breathed in the air only to be greeted with her remaining floral scent. My fists clenched, anger rose up because she left me while leaving little traces of her to further annoy me with, to further ruin my mood, to give me jumbled horrible feelings about Brooks and her leaving again.

"Scott."

Then I heard her voice and looked behind me where she was standing by the entryway. I stared at Aphrodite in the dim light, through the chill that wasn't there earlier. Her hair was wet and so very long, her lips newly painted that dark red I liked, and her body covered in a long, silky black robe. She approached me closer, staying a few feet away probably because I looked mad a few seconds ago. We stared at each other for a few moments. I was surprised that she hadn't really left. She was the first to speak, telling me that she was taking a shower in the bathroom in the warehouse, and then told me of the conclusion she came to while I was away.

"I've come to find..." She began, staring into my eyes as she took a couple small steps closer. "That I'm not done with you yet."

I took in her words and wondered if she could surprise me even more tonight, and simply lifted a brow at her. "Is that so?"

She brushed her wet blonde waves behind her shoulders and nodded. "If you want me." And without breaking the eye contact, she untied the sashes of the robe and let it fall, the silk pooling at her feet to reveal her almost completely naked body with only lacy lavender panties and a matching lavender bra on. "Do you?" She asked smugly, her lips smirking.

Yes, I thought to myself, I definitely needed to ask her later what had changed.

My eyes stared at her offered body, starting at her feet and working their way up and over every inch. Her legs looked smooth, her hips so curvy and very female. Up her stomach, to the pretty bra that held her perfect sized tits I suddenly wanted to touch again, and finally her face, her beautiful face. Her body was something I'd always thought to be attractive, even with the self-inflicted scarring along her forearms, so completely female yet bearing the past signs of toning. And as she stood in front of me now, offering herself to me because she wanted me, I could do nothing but want to have her again.