SAM
I staredat her from outside the window, trying to tell myself that it was wrong to go inside.
But after the day I had, watching the Parkers lose their shit when they found out Clara had been poisoned by the tea she got from Josie’s shop, I wanted something innocent. Something normal.
And there was no better place to get that than from the woman currently sitting in her living room, watching yet another Christmas movie. I knew it was wrong to go inside. She deserved more than a man who came and went as he pleased, but the pull to her was too strong.
She didn’t even flinch when the door opened and I strode through.
Sighing, I locked the door behind me. “You know, you could at least pretend to be scared when your door opens in the middle of the night.”
She glanced at me from her spot on the couch, shifting the blanket and patting the seat beside her. “I would if there was even the slightest possibility someone other than you was breaking into my house.”
I wanted to correct her and tell her about my concerns with Austin. How she might be on his shit list just because of her connection to Jeff, but I didn’t want to scare her either.
So, instead, I strode over to the couch, chuckling when I saw the Santa pajamas she was wearing.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.”
Pausing the movie, she turned to me with a scowl. “Seriously. What’s so funny?”
“You’re an adult and you’re wearing Santa pajamas.”
“So?”
“So…nothing.”
Shifting on the couch to face me, she unbuttoned the top of her nightshirt. “Would it be sexier if I did this?”
Her fingers began to undo all the buttons on the shirt until her chest was exposed to me, leaving only her nipples covered. I was instantly hard and ready to take her right here and now.
But as soon as I moved, she smirked at me and pulled the shirt closed.
“Uh…what’s going on?” I asked in confusion.
“Oh, nothing. Just not in the mood tonight.”
“Because…”
“Does it really matter?”
“Yes. You can’t tease a man like that.”
“Oh, you mean like when you come over here and lay in my bed, but have no intention of actually having a relationship with me?”
“That’s not the same at all.”
“Isn’t it?” she asked, her eyebrow quirking in challenge. “Because the way I see it, if you don’t want this to go any further than fucking, you really shouldn’t stick around after sex. Or hang out with me beforehand.”
That didn’t make sense at all. She knew why I was here. “I have no place else to go.”
“You have a sister. I’m pretty sure she’d allow you to stay with her.”
“She has a kid!”
“And then there’s Jeff. Something is definitely going on there.” She cocked her head to the side in thought. “You know, I assumed it was all a ruse.”
