It wasn’t hard and fast. There was an underlying emotion she couldn’t touch down on but was going to savor it while she could and mask her confusion.
“Your comment was kind of gross,” she said when he lifted his head.
“You didn’t think I’d be polite, did you?”
“You normally are. In your way.”
“I rarely have guests,” he said. “Not in years.”
“Oh. Why is that?”
“No time,” he said. “And it’s easier.”
“Easier for you to leave when you want?” she asked. Might as well put it out there. When he didn’t answer, she poked him in the side. “It’s an honest question.”
“Yes,” he said. “Once I got the pub it was easier. I don’t need anyone to know where I live.”
Which meant women he might have gone home with that night.
She’d never had a one-night stand in her life but knew going in with Chance it was more than a possibility.
“Got it.”
“Don’t be that way,” he said, giving her a fast kiss on the lips. “I don’t ask too much about all those fancy guys you’ve been in relationships with.”
“True. I’d tell you if you did. Maybe.”
She sashayed away and left him there with a muddled look on his face. She did so love getting in the last word.
She moved down his small hall, then turned to look in his bathroom. Pretty standard. Across was a small room with a desk in front of a window, a bench press, and some other weights on the other side.
The room was bigger than he had let on.
He picked her up and had her over his shoulder, then marched to the room at the end where she found herself on her back on his bed and laughing.
“This is what you wanted to see,” he said. “Look around.”
She did. The room was white, a few posters on the wall of vintage muscle cars, a dresser with a TV on it, and nothing else.
The room was fairly bare, the apartment minimal even in furniture.
His living room had a chair and a couch, one corner end table.
She had more furnishings in her living room than his entire house.
“Not much into possessions, are you?”
“I don’t need a lot,” he said. “Does that bother you?”
“No,” she said. “More for me.”
He appeared frugal with most things but never with her. Not once had he let her pay for anything when they went out. She’d tried too.
The most she could do was cook their dinner.
“You like more,” he said, his hand sliding up her shirt and cupping her breast.
“I do,” she said.
