It wasn't working.
He was spending time with the woman and he still couldn't figure out what it was about her that he wanted. Couldn't figure out why he cared. She wasn't an enigma, wasn't special. She was easy to read. Like a clock, he knew exactly what made her tick. He could predict down to the last detail what motivated her, what enraged her, what saddened her and what made her happy. She should be boring. Another useless, pointless, slightly skilled sheep.
But she didn't bore him. She fascinated him. And though he could predict her every move ten steps before she made it, he still wanted to watch her take those steps. Because they were the most beautiful, sexy steps he'd ever seen a woman take and he was somehow utterly and completely obsessed. Obsessed with her mind, obsessed wit
