“So? I’m not asking you to date me. I’m just asking you to fuck me. It’s not that serious.”
“Jesus Christ,” Ezra muttered and scrubbed his face with one hand, saying something else under his breath that I missed.
“What did you say? I missed it.” Because I wasn’t having someone talk about me right in front of my face without knowing what they’d said.
“I said I need a drink,” Ezra said with a scowl, but he was still sort of smiling. Like he was amused by my antics. Good. If he thought I was funny or cute, then he might keep talking to me. And I wanted his attention so badly it felt more like a craving than a need.
“All right, then let’s go and get one.”
He chuckled wryly and shook his head. “You’re really not going to let this go, are you?”
“Fuck no, especially not after that.” I gestured at the space between us with my hands. “And I haven’t gotten an answer I like yet, and I’m not leaving until I get one.”
He sighed and walked back to his desk to grab his stuff, but he still looked amused, so I was taking that as a win. “You really are like a puppy.”
“Puppy? I’m not a dog! I mean I know I’m cute, but?—”
“Exactly,” he said, cutting me off before I could get any further. “Cute, naughty, won’t let things go, no manners at all, and yet completely irresistible.” He picked up his bag and walked back to me, putting a finger out to lightly tap my nose while smirking. “Puppy.”
“Ugh, you’re a dickhead.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“You’re a good kisser,” I said, the words falling out of me before I could stop them.
Ezra’s eyes sparkled and his smirk widened, the expression doing funny things to my stomach. “Like I said, tell me something I don’t know.” He turned and walked towards the office door, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Come on, puppy, I thought we were leaving.”
“Stop it!”
“No.”
I scowled and pouted, wishing I wasn’t holding my bag so I could fold my arms across my chest. “Where are we going then? If we can’t talk here.”
Ezra thought for a moment. “You can come to mine. We can talk there.”
“Okay. Are you driving? I can follow you.”
“Fine.” He cracked the door open then sighed and looked back at me again, only this time he seemed more sad. “I’ll warn you now, my place is a piece of shit. But it’s clean and there’s vodka.”
It was a strange thing to mention, but I didn’t have time to ask him about why he’d brought it up before he stepped out into the corridor. His head twisted sharply from side to side as he checked to see if anyone else was around, but I didn’t think they were. I was pretty sure I’d seen Clive, Tommy, and Gavin all heading for their cars with the rest of the team.
Although I guessed there was no guarantee they hadn’t come back or that one of the site managers or cleaning staff wouldn’t spot us. And I didn’t fancy doing any explaining before I’d even had a chance to figure out what the fuck was going on.
I followed Ezra down the stairs and outside, noticing he was parked a lot closer to the building than me. “I’ll see you in a few minutes,” I said with a grin before sauntering towards my car, hoping I looked more relaxed than I felt.
In reality my head was a mess, not to mention my insides, and as I climbed into the front seat and shut the door, a wave of panic crashed into me.
Shit the bed. What had I done?
I’d fucking made out with someone. With a man. And I’d liked it.
Fuck, I’d liked it so much I was now going back to his place to talk about what we’d done because I didn’t know how to let things go. I really was a first-class knobhead.
My hands began to shake as I hit the ignition button, my stomach twisting and bubbling, reminding me of the time I’d eaten too much candy floss and then ridden the rollercoasters at the local fair. I’d thrown up everywhere afterwards and I really hoped I wasn’t about to do the same now.
I let out a deep, shaking breath as I reversed my car out of its spot and followed Ezra onto the road. Nothing bad was going to happen to me for making out with Ezra, I told myself. Nobody was going to know, and even if they did, they probably wouldn’t care. Charlie might be upset I hadn’t told him, maybe a few of the others might say they’d already known—in which case, fuck them, because it would’ve been nice if they’d told me—and the rest… I didn’t think it would even register as unusual.
Unless…
