Page 36 of The House Guest
Seconds passed, and this felt like the longest silence of my life. My heart pounded, my body begging for the right answer.
“I would say I do it about once a day,” he finally said.
Fuck.
I felt like I was a balloon and he’d just popped me, leaving me deflated. His response brought on a mix of emotions. On one hand, it felt like a slap in the face, since he’d clearly chosennotto kiss me. On the other hand, the visual of him pleasuring himself got me hot and bothered all over again.
I cleared my throat. “So, seven times a week.”
“Give or take. If I have a particularly stressful day, I might do it more than once.”
I needed this game to end—not only because I somehow felt rejected, but because I wanted to go relievemyselfright now. He’d gotten me all worked up. I hadn’t been this aroused in as long as I could remember, my body aching to be kissed, licked, sucked.
But he’d made the decision to do none of those things.
Before I could excuse myself, though, Dorian made an announcement.
“We should really go upstairs.”
Wait.
What?
It aggravated me that I didn’t know whether he was propositioning me or explaining that he wanted to go to sleep.
I knew whatIwas hoping for—which was crazy. He and Ilived together, for Christ’s sake. Crossing the friendship line would be a terrible idea. Maybe I was delusional about the possibility of a deeper meaning togo upstairs? But the way he’d said it…
I closed up the game and returned it with the rest of them to the pool house because I needed a breather.
After, we left the patio together, and I followed him upstairs, my heart pumping faster with each second that passed. The vibe was still unreadable.
I decided to take a chance, not immediately heading to my room, but stopping at his room when he did. The sight of Tallulah and Tess sleeping soundly at the foot of his bed caused me to smile despite my nerves.
“You weren’t kidding. Look how comfortable they are,” I said from the doorway.
He didn’t say anything, and the anticipation nearly killed me. I still had no idea what was happening here. Were we about to continue our evening together in adifferentway, or was that all in my head?
If you leave, you’ll never know.
Dorian slipped his hands into his pockets as he stood across from me.
Is he waiting for me to go? Or is he thinking about whether taking things further is a good idea?
I had heard him say we should go upstairs, right?
Never in my life had I made the first move. But also never in my life had I wanted someone as much as I wanted Dorian Vanderbilt right now. He’d gotten me so riled up tonight that I was apparently willing to risk humiliation for the chance to satisfy this unprecedented hunger inside me.
The words escaped me before I could think better of them.
“Would you…want to come to my room?”
His eyes widened as he stood there, mouth open.
Oh no.
I really needed to learn to read people because I was dead wrong about him being interested in more than just a game.
Shit.
