There definitely wasn’t any rush as I took off my gear. I most certainly didn’t kick off my shoes in haste, not even bothering to stomp the snow off ’em. I was in no kind of hurry as I pushed open the back door to the cabin.
And I could say for certain there wasn’t an ounce of disappointment that ran through me finding Danny sitting on the couch with a laptop in front of him… fully clothed, I might add.
Hey, I was attracted to the guy. There was no denying the chemistry between us, and I had no fuckin’ doubt the sex would be mind-blowing for that reason alone.
Shame I wasn’t gonna get the chance to find out. Not unless he made a move and told me he wanted it. The ball was in his court. Fuck, he controlled the whole game if I was being honest.
I couldn’t imagine his line of work was easy. Being in the industry and dating? Yeah, that had to be a nightmare.
Not that I was thinkin’ about him in a dating sense.
Fucking. That was all I could offer, and it was up to him if he wanted to take it.
Okay, now that I’d made my point to no one but myself, I supposed, it was time to move the fuck on.
“Oh, hey,” Danny said with that bright as fuck smile that lit up the room more than it had any damn right to. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
He jumped up, nearly knocking his laptop to the ground. He caught it, his face instantly looking relieved. When he carefully set it down on the couch cushion, I bit back the urge to tell him maybe the coffee table was a safer place.
“I mean, not that you can’t be back this early,” he went on, sounding more like he was rambling than anything. “It’s your house, so of course you can…”
He was talking, but my attention was glued to the paused image on his laptop screen.
Well, damn. There wasn’t much to see, on account of it was mostly just a head shot, but what a fuckin’ shot it was. His eyes were closed, head tilted slightly back, those almost too big front teeth were planted deep into his plump bottom lip like he was tryin’ his damnedest not to call out… or come. Couldn’t tell which it was, but either way, he looked sexy as fuck. Irresistible as hell. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t talk. I was damn worried I’d swallow my tongue if I so much as twitched.
“You okay…?” His focus wandered off as he tried to figure out what had me all dumbstruck and tongue-tied. “Oh, sorry! Yeah, I was working on, um, this thing. An ad spot which might help me get more viewers. But you don’t care about that.” He let out a small, breathy laugh. “I couldn’t tell if it looked good. I keep thinking I should cut it just before this, but I’m worried it won’t be long enough.”
“No,” I inserted before he could ramble on any longer.
“No?” he asked, blinking at me, that small smile that seemed to be permanently marked on his face began to slide away until there wasn’t even a hint of it there. “It doesn’t look good? I mean, I thought it looked okay, but not, like,‘ew no, I don’t want to buy that dildo if it’s going to make me look like that’or something.”
I cleared my throat and tried to turn my brain back on.
“No, I mean, it looks good. You should keep that face in there. It’s a good face,” I said, voice too damn gruff to sound like I meant it. If only he knew how hard I was holding myself back.
It’s a good face. The fuck was that?
Fuckin’ hell. The little porno elf had my brain turning to mush.
“Yeah?” His smile was beaming as he looked at me.
Shit was getting to me, but I couldn’t afford to get close to someone. Soon enough, he’d be gone, and I could go back to my quiet time. My alone time. Just the way I fuckin’ wanted it.
“I’m gonna get cleaned up,” I said. This time, I remembered to grab clothes before I headed for the shower. I felt like an asshole, but I wasn’t good at this shit. My feet stopped just before I crossed the threshold to the bathroom. I couldn’t look at him for some stupid reason. “Uh, I gotta go grab some packages, and I was thinking of swinging into town for an early dinner. Would you like to go with me?”
“Really? Yeah! That sounds like fun.”
His genuine excitement both pissed me off and made my chest warm. It was drivin’ me mad.
“Well, don’t get too excited, Margie’s meatloaf is the special today, and it’s really fuckin’ dry.” I wasn’t kidding. It really was dry.
“Then I won’t get the meatloaf. Tell me they have pie!”
I nodded once, then responded, “They have pie.”
“Then it’s a date,” he said, damn near killing me in two different ways at the same time.
“I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t like that.” The words left my mouth without my permission.
