Page 48 of The Rules Of Attraction
“Hey.” I protested.
I braved going closer to him as more shuffling and squeaking sounded just so
I could stop him from going further, but he held up one of my pink sets. A lace bra and thong.
“Jesus, why couldn’t you have been wearing this the other night?” His eyes flickered that dark liquid silver color.
“Alex this isn’t funny. Give those to me.”
I tried to grab them but he held them high so I couldn’t reach them.
“I’m not joking.”
I folded my arms and pouted. “Shouldn’t you be trying to catch the rats?”
Rich laughter erupted from his lips. “Sweetheart do I look like the kind of guy who catches rats or any kind of vermin?”
“What are you doing then? I thought that was why we came back here.”
“I told you, I’m packing. You’re coming with me, to my place.”
“What?”I couldn’t do that.
“You heard me, baby.” He inclined his head to the side and gave me a dead serious look which enunciated the sharp chiseled features and angles of his handsome face. “I have a massive pent house apartment with three bedrooms, my fucking bathroom is bigger than this shit hole. And that’s just the bathroom in my bedroom. You remember it. Don’t you?” The seriousness faded from his expression and was replaced with a no mistake about it sexual one.
Why couldn’t I have been the kind of person to get drunk and have that drunken amnesia most people talked about?
Like the rest of my bad luck, I’d been fortunate enough to remember our night of passion in full detail. And I wasn’t likely to forget having sex with him in the said bathroom anytime soon. Or, even in the very distant future.
My whole face burned at the memory and I felt like I needed air.
“Good, let’s go.” His eyes flickered with that sexual haze and he grabbed the rest of my stuff, shoved it in the case and zipped it up.
In the meantime I contemplated this.
I was myself, under no influence of alcohol, yes thrown off my game by what happened today and my current situation with the job hunt. And, admittedly insanely attracted to him even with all that was going on.
This was just like when he asked me if I would go home with him. I was aware that the PA role involved like he’d said the other day the need to live in but tonight hadn’t exactly happened with me saying I’d accept the position.
“I can’t.”
His shoulders slumped. “Why? You would seriously rather stay here than come with me?”
“Alex you met me in a club, and we slept together. You don’t even know me, and I don’t know you. I shouldn’t have…” my voice trailed off when I saw the look in his eyes. It was just like the other day.
There was a look of anticipation that seemed to fear me saying that I shouldn’t have slept with him.
“Tell me. Finish the words. I’m a big boy I can take it. Are you going to say that you shouldn’t have slept with me, and it was a mistake?”
I held his gaze and looked at him long and hard.
The Summer of the past would have frowned up on my actions and questioned my sanity and she wouldn’t have believed the answer I was about to give him.
“No.”
Even he looked surprised. “No?”
Damn it to hell one of the rats chose that moment to rush out. I jumped when I saw it heading towards us, towards me.
