Page 32 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
“You miss me, Baylyn?”
She rolled her eyes so hard I was surprised then shits didn’t get stuck.
“I didn’t say that.”
I stepped closer. “But you thought it.”
She lifted her chin, being stubborn as hell. “Ithoughtit was weird, that’s all. You show up everywhere, then you don’t.”
“Sounds like you missed me or were worried about me.”
“I missed the free food.”
Nah, your ass missed me…
“You’re avoiding the question because the food isn’tme.”
Her jaw tightened. She was trying so damn hard to hold her ground, but I could see the way her eyes kept moving to my mouth and the way her arms tensed, like she was debating uncrossing them to relax her posture. That pull between us was strong as fuck and she felt it.
Hell, I did too and I wasn’t about to ignore it. “Say it, beautiful.”
Her brow lifted. “Say what?”
“That you missed me.”
Her eyes shifted to mine with irritation in them but she was also happy to see me. I planned on pulling a few more emotions from her before the night was over.
“I missed you.” Her pretty ass pouted and that had my dick thick against my thigh.
“Which is why I’m here.”
It took her a minute but she eventually stepped back. “You gonna stand out here all night or are you coming in?”
“Just waiting on an invitation.”
I stepped inside, locking us in before my eyes swept the space, taking in the world Baylyn had built for herself. A million and one times I considered coming here to find out what her life was like outside of what I knew but I didn’t want to be all up in her shit uninvited.
The place was, lived-in, and comfortable. A sofa sat against one wall with a thick ass fuzzy blanket draped over one side. Candles were scattered on the surfaces, most of them unlit, buttheir scent lingered in the air. Most importantly there was her pretty ass, standing in front of me, arms crossed, watching me like she was still debating whether or not letting me in was a mistake.
She was in a loose T-shirt that looked like she cut the neckline. It slipped off her shoulders, exposing skin that I wanted my mouth on and a pair of boxer brief style shorts that showed off her legs.
Her hair was down, brushing her shoulders and tucked behind her ears fully exposing her pretty ass face. Those brown eyes were on me admitting what she refused to say. Me being here was exactly what she wanted. She looked good as fuck, making it hard for me to keep my hands to myself instead of on her.
“Nice place.”
She walked past me toward the kitchen. “I doubt you care about my decorating choices.”
I chuckled, following her. “You’d be surprised. I like knowing shit about people and how they live says a lot.”
She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, twisting off the cap. “What does mine tell you?”
I followed her into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, letting my eyes roam over the small space again. The iPad propped up on the table with an open planner next to it. The small pile of laundry folded neatly on the chair but not yet put away.
“That you work a lot and don’t have a much personal time and also that you live here.”
Her pressence was all over this apartment.
She frowned. “That’s a given.”
