Deleted scene: chapter 3 part 2, Addison’s POV

Editor’s note: This is Vanessa’s first draft of the hallway encounter from Addison’s point of view (POV). I combined it with the bit I wrote from Shane’s POV for chapter 3 part 2.

For a few, brief exhilarating moments the world reduced to a haze of lust and hormones and Myers. Addison drowned in sensations that she’d not known she could enjoy so much – the taste of his mouth, his hands exploring her body, and the pressing, twisting, twining of their minds.

Just as abruptly his mind vanished. There was cool, slick wall and nothing but his body – and what he was doing to her body. As startling as his withdrawal was, Addison couldn’t focus on it for long. Myers wouldn’t allow it. He was very, very good at what he was doing. Even if Addison had wanted to resist, she didn’t think she could. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

When her orgasm finally ebbed, Myers surprised her by gently setting her on the floor and straightening her clothes. His quip reminded her of how much a spectacular wanker he was.

The smug bastard would lord this over her for longer than she cared to imagine. It wasn’t supposed to have happened that way. It wasn’t supposed to have happened at all. She’d surrendered to him in the worst (best) way possible. His smirk said that he knew it.

Despite the way her knees still quivered from the aftershocks of her climax, her initial response was wholly emotional and reactionary without logic or reason. She shoved at him with her fists, pounding them against his chest in undisguised frustration. “Wanker!”

Myers’ laughter only intensified her annoyance, as did the familiar way that he encircled his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. His breath caressed her ear. “From where I’m standing, I’d say it was very good for you.”

Dammit if her body didn’t continue to betray her and still respond to his. Fortunately, the desire to shag him mingled with the very strong desire to throttle him. The latter was enough to remind her of how easily he’d backed off and walled her out of his head when he’d clearly been as aroused as she was. When, as demonstrated by the closeness of their bodies, he was still aroused. That awareness brought her some measure of control and the ability to salvage what she could.

“Yes, thank you very much.” There was an edge of sarcasm in her own whispered return. “Too bad I won’t be returning the favor.” She opened the floodgates briefly, pushing her commingled lust and desire onto him as a hand dipped between them to grasp him. Snapping her shields closed, Addison added, “I didn’t want to get in your head, Myers, I wanted this.” For emphasis, she gave him a squeeze before stepping back. “It might have been fun, but I guess we’ll never know now.”

With a wicked smile that was a match to his earlier one, Addison spun on her heel and walked away.

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