Page 30 of Personal Foul
She presses her lips together and shakes her head, “It must be nice to get to live like that every day. Figuring things out as you go. No worries.”
“Okay, worst-case scenario. We hate it. We hate each other. And we’re right back where we started. You already said this limbo was awkward, so problem solved.”
“What happens when you get bored on day two and bring a threesome back to the hotel room, and now I’m hiding in the bathroom just to get some peace and quiet?”
“The only way I bring a threesome back is if you decide it’s something you want to try. I’m not gonna get bored. I have fun with you, even when we’re arguing. And the sex the other night? That was the best sex I’ve had in a long fucking time. I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t drunk and you weren’t just throwing me a pity fuck it could be even better.”
“It wasn’t a pity fuck.”
“It was. You’re normally too smart to fuck guys like me. But you already made the mistake, so might as well keep making it for a while and enjoy it, right?” I grin at her. It hurts a little to admit the truth, but she and I both know it.
“Maybe.”
“Besides, you know they’re all gonna be fucking like crazy. You really want to be the only one going back to your room early at night by yourself?”
“This is a crazy idea. We don’t even like each other.” She shakes her head and looks out the window.
Except. I think maybe I do like her. At least, I’m sure I don’t hate her anymore. But I’m not about to tell her that and blow this hateship up when it’s the only thing that has her vaguely interested.
“I didn’t say anything about you needing to like me. It might be better that you don’t. You just have to let me make you come like the other night. And you like that, right?” I let my hand ghost over her thigh, and it drags her attention back to me. Her eyes follow my hand, up my arm until she catches my eyes with her own.
“Yes.”
I drag my knuckles under her chin when she starts to look away again, bringing her eyes back to mine.
“Then just think about it. Okay?”
She nods, and I brush my lips over hers. She gives me a soft tentative kiss in return. One that’s unsure and careful. Almost like she’s worried about something. I wish I knew what she was thinking. Wish I could reassure her that I only have good intentions where she’s concerned. She pulls back after a few minutes and turns her head to look out the window.
“I should go inside. I’ve got a paper I need to finish.”
Right. Real life. Things to do. Which reminds me of the project I should be working on with her, the one that has a decent say in our futures and should probably be more of a focus on my own to-do list. The one she now keeps jumping to the top of.
“Okay. We also probably need to figure out a schedule for the project.”
“Right. I need to send you some stuff for that. Or I don’t know, maybe we can meet at the bar? I can give you the stuff you wanted to look over and you can have some cheese fries while you work. Maybe a beer if you’re good.” She grins at me.
I can’t help but smile back.
“Sounds like a plan. Just let me know when a good night is.”
“I’ll text you tomorrow.”
“Night, Princess.”
“Night.” She looks over me one last time as she climbs out of my car.
FOURTEEN
Wren
I can’t stop thinkingabout him. The way he talks to me. The way he kisses me. The man is on replay in every corner of my mind. And I can’t decide if I love or hate it. We’ve already met up once this week at the bar to discuss the project, and he started going through the books and previous promotional events we’ve done. He gave me a few suggestions that were outside the box that we could try, and I’m not sure how I feel about them yet.
Time is ticking down to the trip though, and I need to figure out how I feel about that. If I’m going to agree or not. I’d been working when I saw him at the bar and didn’t get to talk to him much, but before he left, he’d dragged me into a dark corner and kissed me hard up against the wall. Asked me if I needed anything else to convince me to take his offer up for the weekend away, and I told him I was still thinking.
Which was true. Because I know what I want, there’s just a little nagging voice in the back of my head that keeps reminding me that it’s a bad idea. That whoever this Easton is, he won’t last.
Then, like he knows I’m thinking about him my phone dings with a message.
