He hesitated another moment, then stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind him.
Bonnie watched through the window as his car drove away, wondering where he was going, or what he was going to do, but knowing she didn't have the right to ask. Perhaps he had a lady friend waiting for him.
Of course he does, Bonnie, she told herself. A man like him probably has dozens of women.
But they're not ladies. He wouldn't want a lady. And for some reason, that thought sent a small, forbidden thrill curling through her insides.
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Anger and frustration were not a good combination. David didn't understand himself. Or more to the point, he didn't understand his reaction to Bonnie. He'd been a hairbreadth away from kissing her. Not a sweet little peck. No, he'd wanted his tongue in her mouth, his lips covering hers, feeling her urgency. He'd wanted, dammit, to devour her completely.
