I'm taken completely by surprise, and as if by instinct, I punch him in the stomach, but it’s like hitting a concrete wall. Even so, it gets his attention, because he releases me and takes a step back.With a look of contrition, he says, “I’m sorry, Ashley. I shouldn’t have done that.”I stare at him, my body’s response completely betraying me. I'm supposed to be staying away from men, yet desire rips through me in waves. I never got around to putting my underwear back on, and now the crotch of my jeans is becoming damp with my need. But I can’t let him know that. I’ve decided that he’s not my type at all. Bossy and overpowering, very alpha. Sure, he’s sexy as hell, but I can’t see myself with a man who tells me what to do all the time. I'm an independent woman—at least I want to be one—so having a man who thinks he can order me around doesn’t fit in with my vision of myself. I have to put this man in his place, let him know that just because he thinks he’s all that, doesn’t mean he is.
