Fire and Ice

Theona is attracted to dominant men. She likes when a man knows what he wants and takes it. Will wants Theona and will do what is necessary to have her. But is it love, or manipulation? ___Search "Nannette Kreitzman" for more works by this author. ___Excerpt:___She had nearly forgotten her aggravation with Will Wilson when she found him leaning against her car holding another bouquet of Fire and Ice roses. She paused long enough to register lingering attraction, then turned around to...
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Theona is attracted to dominant men. She likes when a man knows what he wants and takes it. Will wants Theona and will do what is necessary to have her. But is it love, or manipulation? ___Search "Nannette Kreitzman" for more works by this author. ___Excerpt:___She had nearly forgotten her aggravation with Will Wilson when she found him leaning against her car holding another bouquet of Fire and Ice roses. She paused long enough to register lingering attraction, then turned around to lock up the store.___Facing him again, she couldn't seem to summon the anger she once had. "I should be mad at you," she began. "When did you get back in town?"___He looked at her appraisingly. "Should be... does that mean you're not?"___Theona walked toward him. "I was. Quite a bit actually. You over stepped, Will." She tried to ignore the sculpted muscle visible in the open neck of his button down. ___"I brought you a peace offering," he said, holding out the flowers.___"Why do you choose these?" she couldn't help asking as she accepted them. "There must be others easier to come by."___"I don't mind a little effort to get what I want." His penetrating stare made it clear he wasn't just talking about the flowers. "And they remind me of you."___"Oh? How does a rose remind you of me?" she asked, intrigued.___He stepped closer, until the flowers were all that separated them. "They are the perfect blend of virtue and passion."___"I'm not so virtuous," she breathed, tilting her face toward his.___Will grinned down at her. "There is a difference between having virtue and being chaste."___Their lips were a whisper apart, neither making the move to join them.___"I've made dinner. It's waiting at my place." He announced this with the complete confidence she would accept.