The Inheritance: Anything He Craves (7 page)

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Forced Into
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Elizabeth
Warner had been looking at the computer screen for close to ten
minutes, indecision plaguing her. Her "What If" guy, Dean Samson,
wanted to meet in person. Normally she'd have been excited about
going out on a date with a new guy, but this wasn't just
any
new guy, this was
Dean
.
The
Dean.
Her
Dean.
Her old flame from what felt like a lifetime ago and the star of
her masturbation fantasies for ten years now.

With a sigh,
Elizabeth rose from her high back leather computer chair and walked
into the washroom. Flipping on the light she peered at herself in
the mirror - dark brown eyes peered back. She'd dated Dean when she
was twenty - ten years ago. It had been an intense and consuming
ordeal and she cherished the memories.

Most people
said she looked to be in her mid-twenties. She huffed. They were
just being kind. She could see the faint wrinkles beginning to form
around her eyes, on her once smooth and flawless completion. She'd
also packed on a few pounds, enough that the thought of a bikini
was horrifying. Maybe a one piece swimsuit but a bikini was
definitely a
no-no
. Seeing a grey hair amongst her dark
chestnut locks she gave it a tug. That problem solved.

Nope, she'd
aged. The thing was, at age thirty-five, Dean was as hot as he was
when he was twenty-five. She'd seen him one day at the supermarket
and instead of rounding up the courage to at least greet him; she’d
rushed off down another aisle before he caught sight of her.
Elizabeth did feel bad afterwards, Dean had been the one and only
man she'd held a torch for all these years. She groaned inwardly,
she felt like such a coward.

Strolling back
out of the bathroom she returned to her seat next to the computer
and read his message again. This time she read it slowly. She'd
told him that he was her "what if" guy in a brazen moment after a
couple of glasses of wine the previous day. He'd replied that life
was too short for "what if's" if all you needed to do to make it a
reality was say yes to a simple coffee date or walk in the park. He
just wanted a chance to reconnect. No pressure, he said....
Hmmm, no pressure for him perhaps.

Building up
the little bit of courage she had left in her, before she lost her
nerves she typed “yes”, requesting a date and time. Her finger
hovered over the enter key for a long second before finally
clicking the send button. The little envelope flashed and twirled,
then
message sent
popped up on the screen.

Now she had to
just sit and wait.

****

"Llama's,
llama's, llama's," Dean muttered to himself as he searched the free
standing zoo map looking for the llama exhibit where he was
supposed to meet Elizabeth, in less than five minutes. "There they
are," he tapped the glass covering the map, made a mental note of
the location and headed in the direction of the exhibit.

He couldn't
believe that after all this time, nearly two years of conversation
via email and instant messenger, she'd finally conceded to meeting
him. For reasons unbeknownst to him he'd been placed in the friend
zone, while she dated a parade of losers. But he'd been patient and
accepted his place in the friend zone, pretending to feel bad for
each of her failed relationships. He
did
feel bad, on a
certain level. He wanted her to be happy, but he would have
preferred it take less than two years for her to come around to
realizing he may be the one to do just that for her.

As he walked
past the monkey cages he caught sight of her, watching the llamas
intently, a smile on her lips. One walked over to her, eyed her
with disinterest and huffed loudly. She immediately jumped back
from the rail laughing, and running a hand through her long hair.
It had been ten years since he'd seen her. He'd caught sight of her
from time to time from afar, but he'd just never let on to her that
he had.

He'd found her
email address through Facebook, but there was no mistaking her. The
long chestnut hair, her curvy frame, pale complexion and dark eyes
were unmistakeable. She looked slightly older, but still not near
her real age. Her frame was a little curvier than when they were
young, but it only added to her appeal. He wouldn't have guessed a
day over twenty-five.

She. Was.
Breathtaking.

As if sensing
his eyes on her, she turned her head and her eyes caught his -
their gazes locking. He could see both the excitement and the
nervousness in her eyes. An exact reflection of how he felt at that
moment. While he'd have never admitted it to anyone, he'd never
been so nervous.

She'd told him
the other day that he was her "what if" guy. Upon further
explanation, she told him that he was the only man she'd dated in
her past that she regretted how things ended. She’d always wondered
"what if" things went differently. She'd admitted that she gauged
men she dated, even to this day, to her memories of him. It was
both flattering and nerve-wrecking as hell. He'd never told her,
but he'd felt the same way. Did that make her, his "what if" girl.
He grinned at the thought.

Being the
"What If" guy" was a lot to live up to and he wanted more than
anything to exceed her expectations. Maybe this date was just the
beginning of what should have been years ago. Taking in a deep
breath, he smiled, gave her a curt nod and closed the distance
between them.

****

My God, he
looks amazing!

Elizabeth's
heart was thudding so hard in her chest she could hear the pounding
in her ears, just at the sight of him. He sauntered towards her,
his hands thrust into the front pockets of his snug fitting faded
blue jeans, and a black t-shirt stretched across his wide shoulders
and thick chest. He was actually better looking than when he was
younger, if that were at all possible. When she'd seen him that one
time at the supermarket, she'd been in such a hurry to get away
before he saw her, she'd never had the opportunity to really get a
good look at him and how gorgeous he'd become over the years.

His grey eyes
remained locked onto hers and as he came closer, his expression
relaxed.

Well at
least one of us has control over our nerves
, she mused.
Do I
hug him, kiss him, firm handshake? Ugh.
What would be
appropriate in this situation? Luckily for Elizabeth, Dean took the
decision from her.

"Lizzie!" As
Dean closed the final few feet between them, he pulled her into a
tight embrace, lifting her off her feet, using his pet name for
her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buried her face against
his shoulder basking in the strength of his arms around her and the
sweet smell of his cologne. His cologne was very familiar, the
exact cologne that he wore when they were young. She loved it, and
was momentarily transported her back in time, her body reacting
with an unexpected burst of desire. Every feeling she'd had for
him, all those years ago, came flooding back leaving her slightly
shell-shocked.

She'd been in
love with him back then.

"Dean," she
replied, as he loosened his grip on her and she slid down his rock
hard body. She could actually
feel
the goofy grin, and blush
creeping into her cheeks as she peered up at him.

He took a step
back from her and gave her appearance a careful look, his eyes
travelling up and down her body. The heat in her cheeks
intensified. She'd obsessed over what to wear from the moment they
confirmed a time and place, but by the look of appreciation in his
eyes as he gazed upon her, she felt it was safe to assume he liked
the red floral sundress and chunk-heeled sandals. It was a simple
outfit, but it hugged the right areas and that was what was
important.

Catching her
eyes, he smiled. "You look exactly like you did ten years ago
Lizzie."

Rolling her
eyes she gave him an appreciative smile. "Mmmm, you lie so well
Dean. But thank you."

Turning the
tables on him, she let her eyes roam down and then back up the
length of his body, subconsciously hesitating at his groin and a
tingle of excitement swept through her as she caught a glimpse of
the ridge of his dick under the jean. They'd never had sex when
they were dating all those years ago, but she'd fantasized about
it. Perhaps that was why it had felt so intense back then - the
anticipation.

She'd wanted
to, but his experience and her lack thereof back then had
intimidated her. So they'd broken up before they actually had a
chance to do more than a little heavy petting. In a way it made
meeting him again even more exciting and nerve wrecking.

When her eyes
met his once again, she was pleasantly pleased to see a faint flush
on his handsome features. A feeling of self-satisfaction rushed
through her and her nervousness simmered slightly. The always
cocky, always confident Dean Samson was nervous? She liked the idea
that perhaps she wasn't alone in the stress she was feeling over
the reunion, and it helped ease her.

Feeling a
moment of boldness, she stepped up to him, and ran her index finger
down the length of his upper arm. The muscle in his bicep rippled
under her touch. Damn, it was as sexy as hell and made her long to
see and touch more of him.