More silence, then I jump in fright as they knock on the door again.
“I’m not opening the door until you tell me who you are,” I yell through the closed door.
“Dylan, open this door.”
No, it can’t be.
I turn the key in the lock and pull the door open. There, standing outside on my front porch … is Liam.
Liam
Well, damn!
This isn’t exactly what I was expecting to find when this door opened.
“Liam! What the hell are you doing here?”
“Is this how you always greet someone at the door?” I ask.
“I was in the shower and wasn’t expecting anybody.”
“Are you going to let me in?” I ask.
“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here,” Dylan asks.
“I came to make sure you get your ass to the party tonight.”
“I already told you, I––”
“And I’m telling you nowI’m not taking no for an answer. So why don’t you let me in, I’ll make myself a coffee while I wait for you to change, and then the two of us can head to the party together.”
“You just don’t get the message, do you?”
“And what message is that?” I inquire.
“That I’m not interested.”
“I’m afraid that’s not an option. Now like I said, let me in so I can make a coffee while you get dressed. Of course, you could always attend just the way you are. Might set a few tongues wagging.”
And my hands wandering …
Fuck, the dude looks so delicious, I could leap right through this wire door, tackle him to the ground and pound the fuck out of him. Everything about this man screams hotness. His skin is glowing and it’s probably because he works out so much at the gym. I’ve seen him there many times, of course, he never knew that I was secretly spying on him every time.
“Do you always have to be such an––”
“Arrogant, pushy asshole?” I offer.
“I wasn’t going to say that.”
“But you were thinking it, and you’d be right. Now are you going to let me in or not?”
He hesitates for a moment, then he looks at me from head to toe, keeping one hand firmly tight on the knot on his towel. After a lengthy silence, he pushes the dooropen and makes room for me to enter.
“Thank you,” I say, moving forward and stepping into the house.
He closes the door behind me, keeping a firm grip on his towel. I make my way into the living room and when I feel him follow me, I turn around and say, “I know my way to the kitchen. I promise not to break anything.”
He rolls his eyes at me, then accepting his defeat, I watch as he moves toward the bedroom. I make my way to the kitchenand prepare my coffee, placing the mug under the spout of the coffee machine. After turning it on, fresh, warm coffee disperses into my mug, and I press my ass against the kitchen counter. I pull out my phone and check for any messages and take a quick look at the time. It’s after six, which means we have less than an hour to get to the party. I grab my coffee from the machine and curl my fingers around the mug, bringing it to my lips and taking a sip. I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but this kind of hits the spot right now. Perhaps it’s because I’m a little––a lot, nervous about tonight. At the office, I may be a complete and total prick when it comes to the way I tease Dylan, but that’s only because I love toying with his emotions because I know it drives him crazy. But what I really want, is to tell this guy just how fucking crazy I am about him. I became obsessed with him that day my brother, Dean, married his stepbrother, and I haven’t stopped thinking about him since.
