Page 49 of The Hookup
“I’ve been busy,” she said.
“I thought it was because of that dinner saga.”
“That—” She looked away, shaking her head. “Was weird, yes.”
“I told you—”
“Yes, but it’sstillweird. You… have…issues…clearly.” She exhaled loudly. “I had to say it. There,” she gesticulated with her arms, flailing them in mid-air. “I feel better now that I’ve said it.”
“Issues?” He slipped his hands into his trouser pockets. “I don’t have any issues. I just want an easy life.”
She stared at him and shrugged. She swallowed. “I found it weird, okay? I don’t know what I’m letting myself in for, with you, withthis.”
“I thought I’d made it pretty obvious, what I will and won’t allow,” he replied, unsettled by her words. She was changing her mind, and having second thoughts about their arrangement—it was exactly what he’d predicted. Kay, despite what she’d said, about being able to handle it, couldn’t.
At least this was one way of getting her out of his system. It wouldn’t take him long to find someone else. It probably wouldn’t take her long either.
“You haven’t been to the bar lately.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, obviously not liking his subtle accusation. “Are you keeping tabs on me?”
“No.” She was running rings around him, and it wasn’t something he was used to. “Your work people were there, including that arsehole, Geoffrey. I haven’t seen you for a while, and you didn’t answer my calls. I thought something might be wrong.”
“So you came to make sure I was okay?” The expression on her face softened.
“I wondered what you were up to? Wondered why you were lying low and whether you were avoiding me.”
“I’ve been busy at work.”
“Busy, huh?” She was fine, it was obvious.
“Busier than usual.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder, then folded her arms again, unknowingly diverting his attention to her ample breasts.
“Did you want to go to dinner?”
“Dinner?” Her brows pushed together as if he’d said something utterly ridiculous. “You don't do dinner. You have rules, remember?”
“It’s only dinner, Kay. Just fucking dinner.”
“That’s right. That’s all it ever was. You’re the one who made such a big deal about it.”
He looked stupid, especially when she put it like that. “Well, I’m asking you now.” He walked towards her, and noticed that she pressed her lips together, as if bracing herself, or getting ready.
“You’re asking me about dinnernow? Is that why you came over?”
“I came over because …” He missed her. He missed the sex, he told himself. It was just the sex. “I haven’t seen you, and it doesn’t feel as if we’re …together.”
“Together?” she snorted. “You’re not talking about arelationship, are you? You don’t do relationships, remember?”
“We’re doing something similar,” he stated, letting his gaze run up and down her length. “That is, if you still want in. I owe you a couple of orgasms,” he said, “If you still want them.”
She bit her lower lip. “Think you can deliver this time?”
“I’ve never had a problem before. I was…overwhelmed by you that last time.” He wanted to fuck her in at least three different positions before he left here, to make up for the downtime he’d suffered, at the hands of her teasing.
“Overwhelmed?” she said, her voice turning softer, more seductive. “Did you mean to compliment me?”
“Take it any which way you want.”
