Page 31 of Off-Limits
“No, you don’t.”
“Not even a little bit.”
I spend the next ten minutes trying to psych myself up to head downstairs. When I arrive, Damon is nowhere to be seen, thankfully. I send a silent thank you up to whoever is listening and take my seat behind the desk. As soon as my ass hits the cushion, the phone starts ringing.
And so it begins.
By the second half of the day, I still haven’t seen Damon and a little part of me is disappointed by the fact. Heaving out a sigh, I put down my list of things I need to buy for the mural before reaching for my phone.
Unlocking it, I open the Tin Man’s message from last night.
It was vague. Almost disinterested. Deciding not to readtoo much into it and figuring I could be the one to reach out for once, I type him a quick message.
I tempted and taunted the devil, and all I get was a vague reply? Was it that bad?
The dots appear immediately.
You have no idea, Blossom. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and it’s clouding my judgement. I just have a lot going on right now.
I close my eyes, feeling the sting of rejection. My phone vibrates again.
I don’t know what I’m doing. All I know is you’re all I’ve been thinking about.
I’m about to reply when a throat clears, and my head snaps up to meet a pair of dark blue eyes.
“Uncle Damon,” I stammer, locking my phone.
“Stop calling me uncle. It makes me feel old,” he jokes, but I can see the twitch in his jaw.
“Youareold.”
He smirks at that.
“Don’t you start that bullshit too.”
I’m about to be smartass again but Harry walks in, shattering whatever this was.
“Mr Woods.” He nods his head at Damon. “Dottie, you still coming out tonight?”
My eyes volley from him to Damon, noticing the twitch in his jaw.
What…
“It’s Damon or boss, Harry,” he demands, looking to me. “Where are you guys off to tonight?”
I shrug my shoulders.
“To Infinity.”
“The club?”
“Yep.”
I’m about to say something, when he turns his dark eyes on me, pinning me in place, killing the words lingering on my tongue with the way his eyes say what he never will: he saw me, and he liked it.
A filthy, dirty secret that we share.
It makes me hot, and I can’t say I don’t like it, but then I remember who he is, and the fact that I have Harry standing here, and messages on my phone from a man I could have something with.
