Page 74 of Pucking Matt
“Is that why you can’t leave me alone?” she asks.
I snicker at that notion.
I can’t leave her alone?That’s hysterical.
She continues, “Why are you working here? Even bothering with me?”
I smile, looking at her through my brows. “Karma.”
Her eyes roll as a reaction.
“I’ll tell you a little secret,” she says. “I don’t mind a little pain either.”
The sound of her words registers in my brain like some secret code that opens a new door I didn’t know existed. I’m all warm and fuzzy as I stare into her eyes. She doesn’t mind a little pain, and my pelvis area is trying hard not to react. But I feel it there, deep in my gut. I think that was the hottest thing a female had ever said to me. And maybe it was in her tone, or the intense eye contact. Or maybe it was the idea that she could handle pain. It’s not the physical act of pain that we’re talking about either. I’m not fantasizing about smacking her ass (maybe). No. She’s saying that she can handle this emotional rollercoaster we’re on. The pain that comes with giving yourself to someone fully.
Hell.
That new door that just opened, I’m picking up and throwing away that key. I’ll take the hinges off this fucking door. I’m in it, boys! I have a fucking chance at this. She and I are so much alike in all the ways that matter. It’s hot as fuck.
Her amber eyes are watching mine, waiting for a witty reply. For once, I’m speechless. I don’t have anything to say. Instead, I’d rather reach for her to test her theory. I would grab her face and haul her ass up onto this counter, force her legs around my waist, and dominate that look in her eyes. But I don’t. Rather, I break into a self-controlled smile. Like this is the easiest moment to continue in. But really, if I could pause time, I would. I don’t want to blink.
“Why is it so dead in here right now?” I mutter, changing the subject while glancing at the door.
“Are you really talking to me about the weather right now?” she asks.
When our eyes meet, I blink a few times because she’s doing this on purpose.
“I am,” I say sternly, turning my attention to the toppings below me. “Is this the Amber from before?”
She nods, lifting a brow at me.
I walk up to her and glance down. “I told you, Amby, we can’t go back to how things were before. I know too much now.”
She touches my chest, probably to push me away, but I grab her hand. She can’t flip a switch on me now.
I say, “So, you can stop with the attitude. I know you have it in you.”
She forces a smile, kinking her neck to look up at me. “Okay, but I kind of liked playing games with you.”
Those words do something to me, too. “Okay, then it’s agreed. I’ll fuck with you if you fuck with me.”
Her eyes soften and then harden within a split second. I can tell she likes the sound of that.
“Fuck around and find out.”
I inhale. “But first, it’s dead in here, and I need to do some homework, so I’m going to work on it on my phone.”
I don’t wait for her to reply as I pull out my phone.
Michelle texted me. When I look up, I catch Amber’s eyes on my screen.
“She must be really into you,” Amber says with a lifted brow.
I shrug. “Everybody loves me.”
She laughs, walking to straighten up containers on the counter. “It makes sense why you kept coming into the Grind Stone. You couldn’t stand that I didn’t like you. You have an ego problem.”
She spins on her heels to tilt her head at me.
