“It’s fine. Thanks.” When Elijah says nothing, only staring at me without reservation in a way that makes me flush, I clear my throat. “So, what are these questions you need to ask me?”
“Not yet,” he says, taking a swig from his bottle before resting his chin in his open palm. “First I want to get to know you better. It’ll help when writing the article.”
I’m not sure how getting to know me is going to help him write an article about my competition win, and I’m not exactly comfortable with him knowing intimate details of my life.
Just because I find it scarily easy to talk to him doesn’t mean he should know the most intricate parts of me.
Then again, that part of me that is screaming, that is digging its blunt nails into the lining of my stomach, is reminding me that I’ve spent my entire life waiting for him.
Or—technically—for Benjamin. And Elijah looksjustlike him.
So instead of running, I say, “What is it you want to know?”
Elijah’s lips tilt up, a blond curl falling over his eye. "What’s your favorite color?”
I can’t stop the surprised laugh that falls from my lips.
“Really? That’s your question?” I ask, and Elijah just grins even harder now.
“Yep. Now answer.”
I sigh, debating for a moment before I say, “Probably green.”
“That makes sense. You’re a nature guy.”
And how does he know that?
“Yeah, I am,” I mutter, eyes narrowing before I can stop them. He just shrugs. “And you?”
“Me?” He seems surprised that I’ve asked. “Uh, I guess blue. Or pink.”
“Pink?” I raise a brow, and Elijah shrugs again.
“Yeah, I think it’s pretty. They make a lot of interesting clothing in various shades of pink, too.”
I take a moment to look at his very plain, dark clothes.“Right.”
He laughs, a loud and obnoxious laugh that has me smiling at him in return despite myself.
“These are my work clothes. On a day-to-day basis, I’m much more fashionable. Promise,” he says, raising his hand in defense.
The green flecks in his brown eyes seem to be dancing, and for a brief moment I swear I can smell the sweet scent of citrus.
“I need another drink,” I rush out, adjusting slightly to hide the fact that I am suddenly half-hard.
“Oh, give me a moment.” Elijah hops off his stool and makes his way to the bar.
My head falls into my hands, hot air moistening my skin as I take heavy inhales and release them.Fuck.I’m pent up.
Normally I can find someone to hook up with when I’m traveling, utilizing my hand while I’m home. But it’s been a few days, and now I have this Benjamin look-alike in front of me, and I fear I might explode at any moment.
“Here,” he interrupts my thoughts, dropping a shot in front of me.
My eyes widen.“W-what—”
“Just one,” he says, almost like a promise.
I’m back in that bathroom, his hands on my jaw, his hard dick pressed to my stomach.Just one?
