Page 30 of Darkest Love
“Iwant to go out,” I say after storming into Adrien’s office. It’s been a few days since I last left the house and I’m starting to go stir-crazy.
“I have work,” he says without looking up from his computer.
I close his laptop and force him to look at me. “You said I could only leave with you. So, let’s go. You said I can have an adventure with you.”
“I meant more in the bedroom.” His tone is wry.
I flush and try not to think of his lips on mine. Or his body on mine. Or… Stop, I tell myself. Don’t go there.
“Please,” I say, gritting the words out. I hate to beg but if that’s what it takes. “I just want a day out that’s fun. Take me out.”
His eyes soften for just a moment but I see it. “Fine. I need a break from work anyway. Let’s go.”
I clap my hands together and bounce on my feet. “Yay!”
Adrien softly laughs. It’s a nice domestic moment between us. We haven’t had many of those.
He takes me to the Louvre museum since it will be safer being inside a public building than outside where Remy could find us.
“What’s so dangerous about this Remy guy?” I ask as we wait in line to get tickets.
“He can be a little unhinged at times. Unpredictable. I never know what he’s going to get up to.”
“That makes him dangerous?”
“Very dangerous.”
“I never know what you’re going to get up to. Does that make you dangerous?”
His eyes darken as he wraps his hand around my waist, drawing me in closer. “Verydangerous.”
I shiver. His touch does wild things to me but I have to keep a clear head around him. “Actually, I think you’re pretty predictable.”
“I stopped listening after pretty. You think I’m pretty?”
I roll my eyes and step away from him. “No. I think you are predictable. You always want sex. That’s predictable. If you want to be unpredictable, then do something for me I’d never expect.”
He falls silent, contemplating.
We head inside the museum after getting our tickets and spend time looking at all the artwork, neither one of us saying a word. What is there to say between us?
We come upon a painting of a countryside landscape. It’s soft and romantic.
“I wish I could live in something like that,” I say.
“You? You would die out in the country. Not enough to do. You’d be bored.”
“You’re probably right. But that’s not what I mean. What I mean is I want to live somewhere that could make me happy. Make me feel light.”
“You surprise me, Anastasia.”
“I can be unpredictable too, you know.”
He gives me a wry look before we move onto another painting. Adrien stops before a painting of a young woman, looking incredibly sad.
“Thinking of how you’d have sex with her too if she was human?” I ask, nudging him.
“Actually, no. I was thinking of what made her so sad.”
