Another moan that sounds more reminiscent to torture than pleasure escapes him as he presses one more kiss to me. When he tears himself away, he shakes his head.
“You are fucking trouble Cassi Fischer.”
“And you love it Alec Thompson,” I smirk.
“Absofuckinglutly do,” he says on a short laugh.
I smile at him as one of his hands starts rubbing soft circles on my lower back.
“Does this mean you’ll let me take you out again?”
I pretend to think about it before he pinches my side, causing a laugh to squeal out of me.
“Yes, I’d love that,” I nod.
“Good, because you actually didn’t have a choice.”
“Oh no?” I ask in amusement.
“Absolutely not. I got my eyes on the prize, babygirl,” he says as he stands up, swinging his leg over his bike once more and starting it up.
I cross my arms over my chest as I lift an eyebrow at him.
“Keep looking. It’s gonna take more than a short stack of pancakes and a good kiss to get this prize.”
“Don’t I know it,” he says with a shake of his head before shooting me a wink.
I laugh at that as he slips on his helmet and gives me a wave. I wave to him as he takes off out of the driveway and down the road. I don’t even realize that I’m still smiling until I’m inside, when I run straight into a hard chest.
That familiar scent fills the air around me, and I look up to see Nicholas glaring down at me.
“What? Decided to cut your porno short?”
I screw my face up in confusion at him.
“What are you even talking about?”
“That little display. I can only assume you were filming it, if you’re hurting for money that bad, all you have to do is ask for help,” he says dryly.
I honestly can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, mainly because his personality fucking sucks.
“Shouldn’t you be in Boston? You know, far fucking away from here?”
And me.
Nicholas stares at me for several seconds before he speaks, his voice tight and short.
“Change of plans. We’re staying through the week.”
I can feel my face fall at his words.
“Why?” I ask, as if knowing the answer will somehow allow me to find a way to get him and Carly on a plane as soon as fucking possible.
“Does it matter?” he asks as he turns and walks away.
Yeah, it really fucking does
When I got back from my date with Alec, I decided to take a much needed day nap. Which I know sounds ridiculous since I went tobed at noon but it’s my last day off before I start back at work tomorrow so I’m going to enjoy it.
