Because the sooner he does all of that to his satisfaction, he can leave and I can move forward to forgetting this terrible coincidence.
“As much as I’m enjoying talking to you,” I burst out as my nails scrape against the liquor bottle. “I don’t have time for this. So let’s do it.”
“Let’s do it,” he says flatly.
I widen my stance, shift on my feet like a fighter, getting ready to throw in punches. “Yeah. Let’s do this thing so you can leave me alone.”
He watches my feet for a second, notices my stance before asking in a low voice, “Are you sure?”
I raise my chin and wave my hands. “Yes. Come on. I’m ready.”
“Okay.” He nods, his eyes hooded. “Where do you want it?”
“What?”
At my question, the air turns hot.
I don’t know how he does that, turn the air around us so dense and opaque with just one look. But it’s always been this way.
He always makes it harder for me to breathe.
Like he’s suffocating me and I love it because he does it so sweetly.
He gestures toward the wall that I’m standing against. “Yeah, where do you want it? Here, up against the wall? Or in the backseat of my car.” He doesn’t give me the time to respond to his statement. “It’s been two years but I remember how much you seemed to love writhing on my leather seats. And if I’m being honest, I’d love to see that again. But lady’s choice, of course.”
“What… I…”
My mouth is in the process of forming confused, dumbfounded words when I get his meaning. His stupid innuendo.
He’s talking about sex.
The fucking asshole is talking about sex because I stupidly said,let’s do it. That’s it, isn’t it?
Ugh. I’m an idiot.
But! The motherfucking nerve of him!
“You’re funny,” I snap. “Anddelusional. If you think I’m letting you touch me ever again, you need your head examined.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Because it’s never happening. So say what you came here to say and leave.”
He looks at me thoughtfully. “Hmm. I’m not so sure you want me to leave though. Because this feels like a dare and you know how much I like those.”
I clench my teeth while I debate throwing this bottle at him. “It’s not a dare, it’s reality. Touch me and lose your teeth. So you really need to leave now.”
Instead, he smiles, his ruby red, cruel and gorgeous lips, stretch up in a curve as he takes a step closer and I press my back into the wall. “You’re not making it easy though.”
“Not making what easy?”
He takes another step toward me as if to act out his next word. “Leaving.”
“Get away from me or I’ll punch you, okay? I’m not kidding.”
He dips his face toward me, his voice going even lower while I’m over here, squeaking. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll start getting ideas.”
“What ideas?”
