“When I went to the bar today, I was hoping you’d see me and be happy.”
She laughed. “Ha! You’re delusional.”
“You’re not happy to see me?”
“I mean, I am. But…” she looked down at the drink in her hands, and when her eyes returned to me, they glistened. “I wish you would have told me earlier.”
Silence stretched between us.
“You saying it over and over won’t change things.” I went to her, pulling her into my arms. She was reluctant, but I wasn’t giving up. I’d finally made my presence known, and I was claiming her as mine tonight. “It’s best we move on and make up for the time we’ve lost.”
“What do you mean by that?”
My cock twitched, but I forced myself to be patient.
“I could go back to my hotel and try again tomorrow,” I started. “Or I can sit and talk with you all night.” I stared at her, waiting for her response.Slowly her eyes rose back to mine. Each second killed me with anticipation.
“I’d like that.”
Eisley and I returned to her living room, this time with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. I sat and opened the bottle, while she turned on music and went around locking the doors.I had to choke back a snicker. She didn’t have to worry about intruders tonight. I was already inside.She peeked out the window and shut the curtains quickly with a shudder.
“Everything all right?” I asked, relaxing on her couch.
“Yeah.” She brushed her hair behind her ear. “I’m just a little paranoid. The other day, I got a creepy letter from that documentary crew taped to my door. No stamp or anything.” She shuddered again. “Like, who does that?”
“Yeah, I’ve met some of the crew. They all are way too enthused about the whole thing.” She joined me on the couch and pulled a leg up and shifted to face me. My eyes darted to where her dress had ridden up, revealing for a second, black panties.
She saw me looking and blushed, pulling the dress down. It was plain on her face that she was thinking about the bathroom. To her, it was the first time I’d ever touched her like that. But only I knew otherwise.
A flash of last night and how her sweet pussy tasted on my tongue flew through my mind. It was made even better knowing that she had no memory of it. She looked so beautiful when she came.
“To me, it feels so gross.”
“What does?” I blinked, returning to the conversation.
“The documentary. It feels very exploiting. Normally, I’d say the money they earn should go to the victims, but everyone’s dead.” She shrugged. “So what good is this doing? It just feels like they are obsessing over something so vile, it should have all stayed buried.”
“Did you tell this to your friends?” I asked. “I saw them all on the set the other day.” I handed her the other glass of wine, and she simply stared down at it.
“I have, but they don’t see it how I do. Emi needs the money and everyone else wants the fame.”
“They don’t seem like good friends.”
“They are—” she started and then frowned. She took a deep gulp of her drink and then nodded. “Sometimes I don’t think they are my friends. I was friends with Emi first, who introduced me to all of them. Soleil is a rich bitch, and Therese is a know-it-all. Gah! I can’t stand her sometimes.”
“Where do you fit in with them?” I watched her carefully, paying attention to her movements, what words she was saying, but most importantly, how she was saying them.
“I don’t know. Honestly. We used to be super close, but then my channel blew up and I started making real money and it felt like they don’t like it. I feel weird saying jealous, but it kind of feels that way.”
“They should be jealous of you. You’re smart, successful.” I leaned forward and brushed the hair that had fallen over her face back. “And sexy.”
She blinked rapidly and turned her head toward me. “I don’t know what to say to that.” Moving closer to her, I took the glass out of her hand and set it on her coffin-shaped glass coffee table.
“Eisley, I didn’t come here to talk about your friends. I know, I should have visited you years ago, but I wasn’t ready. But I am now.”
She rolled her eyes, and a tiny smile fluttered on her lips. “Ready for what?”
I lowered my gaze to her breasts, spilling out of her top. They were perfect. Slowly, I raised my gaze until my blue eyes met her gorgeous brown ones. I moved until our breath mixed into a warm, wine-scented haze.
