Page 60 of Book Boyfriend
He laughs and pulls me to his chest. “You’re really sweet, you know that?”
“Sweet? Wow, thanks. I think I like drunk Fisher better. Drunk Fisher said I was hot.”
“Oh really? Is there something wrong with being sweet?”
I shrug. He leans his forehead into mine. “I bet you taste sweet.”
I swallow hard. Oh Lord. What if I taste like stale Cheerios? “There’s something you should know.”
“Okay.” He pulls away to look into my eyes.
“You know the douchebag? Well . . . he’s the only guy I’ve . . . Ugh.”
“What? Are you serious?”
I open my car door and toss my shoes and purse on the seat. I slam the door and lean against it. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? Why would you be sorry for that?”
“Because I don’t want you to be disappointed that I’m not the experienced woman I seem to be in my books. Truth is, I’ve never done half that stuff.”
Fisher looks around the lot and watches people getting into their cars and limos. “Why don’t we go back to your place and talk about it there? I don’t think this is the place to have this conversation.”
I nod and open my car door.
“I’ll follow you, okay?”
“Sure.”
It’s a twenty-minute drive back to my apartment. The entire drive, I regret saying anything to him at all. I should have just slept with him and not said a word. Maybe I wouldn’t have been bad and he would’ve never known.
I park my car and Fisher parks next to me. I lift my shoes and my purse and open my door, prepared to apologize for saying anything.
He struts purposefully around the car, his tie hanging loose around his neck.
“Hey, can we just forget I said—”
I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence before his mouth is on mine. He bends down and lifts me into his arms and carries me into the building. He puts me down when we step in the elevator, pushes the button for my floor, and then presses himself against me into the elevator wall.
“Do you think I care what you have and haven’t done?” His breath is heavy as he trails the back of his fingers down my cheek. “All I care about is all the things I’mgoingto do to you. Tonight.”
The door pings and opens.
I stand frozen. He’s so fricking hot. He takes a step forward. The doors almost close, leaving me inside. He puts his hand in between the doors and snickers.
“Don’t chicken out now. I promise I’ll be gentle, unless you want me to be rough.”
I gulp. He holds out his hand to me and smiles. “Come on.”
He leads me to my door and takes my key. Unlocking my door, he places his arm on the frame and watches me walk inside. He closes the door behind him and locks it.
“Give me your phone.”
I reach into my purse and hand it to him. “Why?”
“I just want to make sure you didn’t send any emergency texts to Luna tonight.”
I can’t help but grin. “You don’t want to be interrupted?”
