“You?” I frowned. “What are you still doing here?”
“That’s my cue to get up.” Alice smiled at me. “I’m going to go and have a bath too.”
“What’s going on, Alice?” I looked at her, hurt that she would sit and chat with him after everything he had done to me.
“Just talk to Xander.” She rubbed my shoulder as she left the room. “He’s not all bad.”
“Whatever.” I sighed and looked back at him as she left the room. “I thought I’d told you to leave.”
“I don’t actually believe you said that.” He grinned at me and then patted the seat next to him. “Sit.”
“What do you want, Xander?” I could feel my blood pressure rising.
“I know your birthday is in September. I know you’re a Virgo. I know you work for a small nonprofit, doing marketing work. I know you wish you were better in science because you wanted to be a vet. I know you love dogs, hate cats, and that you’re deathly afraid of spiders and snakes. I know you want to be onSurvivororThe Amazing Race. I know you think Matthew McConaughey is the best-looking actor in Hollywood. I know you love cupcakes and French fries and that you hate vegetables, but you make yourself eat them because that’s what you’ve always done. I know that you love your family, even though they infuriate you, and I know if you could have any car in the world, it would be a black Range Rover Sport.”
“A Range Rover isn’t a car; it’s an SUV,” I said, feeling dazed.
“I know you’re a romantic and that you believe in true love and fairy tales.”
“Alice told you that?” My jaw dropped.
I was going to kill Alice.
“No.” He shook his head. “Alice told me everything up to the car. I figured out thetrue romanticstuff.”
“Oh,” I said stiffly. “Why did you ask her all that stuff?”
“You said I didn’t know you, and you were right.” He gave me a weak smile. “I wanted a chance to get to know you, and I didn’t think you were going to answer any of my questions.”
“I see.”
“Do you really?” He stood up and walked over to me. “Do you really see, Liv?”
“Not really.” I shook my head, my heart racing as he grabbed my hands and pulled me toward him. “What’s the point of asking her all those questions?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I don’t really understand what’s going on between us.”
“Neither do I,” I acknowledged.
“I just wish you wouldquit playing games with my heart.” He grinned and then winked at me as I laughed.
“She told you that was my favorite song as well?”
“Yes”—he laughed—“she did.”
“I’m going to kill Alice.” I sighed.
“Please don’t.” He leaned forward and kissed me. “Or at least not just yet.”
“Okay then, I won’t kill her yet.” I kissed him back and whimpered as I felt his hands reaching up under my T-shirt and squeezing my bare breasts.
“No bra?” he groaned next to my lips as his fingers pinched my nipples.
“I’m at home. I don’t need a bra.”
“I need to be at your home more often,” he grunted, lifting my T-shirt up quickly before lowering his head and sucking on my right nipple.
“Xander, you can’t do this,” I moaned as he sucked eagerly and pinched my other nipple.
