She makes my heart race. Am I scared? Excited? What the fuck is going on here? She’s standing, and I’m standing, and neither of us is going anywhere, as if we’re stuck in this moment while time ticks by. I hear the clock on the wall.
There’s some sort of warmth coming off her, and I haven’t felt that since…my mother died. That’s fucked up fifty ways, so I stop thinking altogether and bend my head. I’m gonna kiss her. Just do it.
She lifts her hand. A soft fingertip traces my scar, and I freeze, letting her touch the thing I hate people looking at, let alone touching.
“I’m late to work,” she says.
“Okay,” I say softly in a voice I don’t recognize. I sound like that boy I was in first grade when Ms. Smith told me I had to use my imagination more and stop drawing stick figures. She didn’t know I was imagining all the ways I was gonna cut my dad when I grew up strong enough to do it.
Ivana clears her throat. “Move so she can pass.”
No fucking way, but I also don’t wanna come off as a jerk—I’m plenty of that—but I’m trying to get laid now or in the future by this chick, so I can’t be all jerk. Only a little. I step to the side, and she smiles, mouths a thank-you as she squeezes past me, her nipples brushing my leather jacket. I bet that felt good for her. Mm-hm.
The hallways in hotels are long. Thank you, Jesus, because I get to enjoy them legs and a fantastic ass.
“Wow,” Ivana says, a glint in her cold gray eyes. “Isn’t she something?”
“Who was that?”
“The bride they offered.”
I sprint through the living space, leaping over the ottoman that gets in my way, almost breaking down the door into the office, nearly tripping over the chairs. He’s not here. I barge into his bedroom, look around, see the light in the bathroom. I walk right in. The guy’s on the shitter and using the phone, Santa-themed boxers between his legs. I wish I never saw that.
“What the fuck, man? Get out!”
I lean against the doorjamb. “I reconsidered.” Read More…
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