“Are you the neighborhood noise police?” I step closer to her and she doesn’t back away from me at all.
“No, it’s called being a decent person.”
“Hm,” I hum, making a point to look down her entire body in an exaggerated way one more time. “You and I both know you’re not as decent as you want everyone else to think.”
She rolls her eyes, and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, hauling her even closer to me as she gasps.
“What did I tell you about rolling your eyes at me?”
She swallows roughly, then shrugs, but I don’t miss the way she tamps down the smile that threatens to appear.
“Don’t test me, Angel. Next time I might not be able to let you walk away.”
I hear her sharp intake of breath and for a second, I don’t think she wants me to let her go. I think she may even fight it and beg me to close the small distance between us.
But she doesn’t.
Instead, my grip loosens on her and she backs away looking surprised with herself, shaking her head. “You can’t make me do anything.”
My jaw tightens as I watch her get in her car to leave. The numbness from before is long gone, replaced by the fireunder my skin. I’m dying to touch her, to make her deal with the situation she caused. The one that is making my pants feel impossibly tight.
One day, I’m sure I’ll feel Bailey Collee again. And she’s going to see how much I was holding back that first night. The one and only time I will.
CHAPTER 6
Bailey
I feellike my feet have been swept out from underneath me. Dealing with Wes always throws me off, but doing it first thing in the morning is a whole other level. Add in his body being so close to mine, the things he said.The way he said it.
His growly tone shot right between my thighs. It brought me right back to that night, once again. The night it seems I can never escape, no matter how much I want to.
“Look at you, Angel. You like what you see?”
“I’m far from an angel.”
“Good. I don’t want you to be a good girl. Get on your stomach.”
“Make me.”
“Hey Bailey, we’re almost out of whole milk.” Jenn’s voice pulls me away from the inappropriate memories my brain is choosing to replay a lot more lately. You’d think after three yearssince that night, they wouldn’t be so vivid. But it seems like the more time passes the clearer they get.
“Dammit, it should’ve been included in the last delivery.” I shake my head, both trying to physically shake away the thoughts in my mind and at my disappointment in the company we’ve been using. This isn’t the first time something has been missing from the order. “Is there anything else we need? I’ll run to the store.”
Luckily, we’re past the busiest part of our morning rush, so we’re able to check through our delivery to see if there’s anything else they left out. I’ll also be having a really angry phone call later with the supplier who thinks they can fuck me over.
Once I’m back from the store, I’m struggling to carry in all the gallons of milk, really hoping I don’t drop any. That would be a huge problem since I bought the last several they had. Jenn notices my struggle and quickly jumps in to help me. As we’re filling the fridge, a car pulls up. I’m closer to the front so I offer to help the customer.
The low rumbling engine should have clued me in on who would be waiting there. It’s not like sleek sports cars are common around here. I don’t even bother pasting on a fake smile as I go to greet him. Not while my body is still humming from our interaction hours ago.
“What can I get you?” I ask without any pleasantries.
“What’s good here?” he looks me up and down and I bite back my reaction.
“Depends what you like.”
“I like a lot of things. What is it thatyoulike?”
It’s probably due to our run in this morning, or maybe it’s from the lack of bedroom attention I’ve gotten recently. Or maybe I’m just so screwed up in the head that I’m reading into his words like an innuendo. He could just be messing with me because he knows it gets under my skin. Knowing that’s probably what it is, I do my best to hide any sort of reaction.
