Page 20 of One Taste
Fuck that.I’m Sebastian Brooks. Take it or leave it. She won't give two shits what I look like when she sees I came back for her.
Walking toward her, my palms sweat with anxiety. Normally, I’m confident, but I’m questioning myself.
Is this a good idea? To walk up to her and tell her I want to bring her back home with me? She left for a reason. What if she woke up and regretted everything about last night? I could be makinga big mistake right now. I could get rejected. That’s never fucking happened before, but with Devin, it’s up in the air.
Closing the distance between us, I gather my nerves and take a deep breath before lifting my hand toward her.
“Devin,” I breathe, and as I touch her arm ever so softly, all the nerves and anxiety rush from me.
She turns her head, and it’s almost as if she’s moving in slow motion. Her long brown locks dance over her shoulder and our eyes meet.
“Excuse me?”
I step back when I see this isn’t Devin.Not even close to my beautiful princess.
“Fuck,” I say, thrown off guard. “I’m so sorry, miss.”
She doesn’t say a word, justshrugs me off and turns her back toward me. I turn around and walk away from the woman I almost mauled in the middle of Penn Station.
What the hell am I doing?
I’ve just chased a woman I spent only a few hours with fourteen blocks to the train station.
I don’t chase women.
Women chase me.
Coming to the top of the stairs and stepping out onto the sidewalk, I take a deep breath. I can’t believe Idid that. What is wrong with me?
I walk back to the cab and direct the cabbie back to my penthouse. “Fifty-first and eleventh, please.”
I’ll head back to my place, take a shower, and grab an hour of sleep in mybed. When I wake up, I’ll have forgotten all about Devin. Sleeping the night next to her has fucked with my head.I always wake up alone in mybed, never taking women back to my place. There’s always a nearby hotel and cabs, or Uber runs all hours of the night.
As I was searching for Devin, I pictured taking her home and fucking her in my king-size bed. I wonder if I hit my head last night and don’t remember. Brain damage is the only excuse I can come up with for my ridiculous behavior this past hour.
Thank God that woman wasn’t Devin. How stupid would I have lookedchasing her down? Thatfuckingnote riled me up. Seeing the word“great”on the napkin in her sprawling script handwriting annoyed me.
If anything, it was my bruised ego wanting more. I'llgive her “great.” But in reality, what difference does it make?
This is the behavior Madison wants me to grow out of. I had a good night, and so did she. Why couldn’t Ileave it at that?
Oh, well. No harm. No foul. I didn’t find her, and no one was the least bit interested in me as I dashed through the train station. A person rushes through the train station every three minutes.
The cab comes to a stop at the corner of my block in front of my building, and I pay the driver and get out. My doorman smiles as he opens the door for me. “Good morning, Mr. Brooks.”
“Morning, Clyde.”
I pull my keys from my pocket as I head to the lobby elevator. Inserting my key, I press the P for my floor.
As the doors open, I will all the nonsense running through my mind to go back down with the elevator. Devin left because she doesn’t want to be found. I do it all the time. I have more important things to worry about anyway, like hoping no one printed anything about me this morning.
Devin
My keys are in handas I climb the stairs of the townhouse, ready to unlock Brielle’s front door. The apartment is quiet as I open the door and slip inside. Thank God Brielle is nowhere to be seen. The last thing I want to do right now is explain to her where the hell I’ve been all night. I should have texted her before we left the bar, it would have made my life so much easier today. She’s had all night to think of a ton of theories since I didn’t answer her. But last night I was too tied up with Brooks to reply.Well, I wish I was tied up.That would have been an even better time.
I tiptoe across the foyer toward the kitchen, placing my things on top of the stone countertop.
“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.”
