Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Interesting how your allergies seem to have disappeared.” She crossed her arms.
It would’ve served me right if they’d sent someone else to deliver the meds instead of Emily. In the midst of waiting for her to show up, a groupie named Angel came to my suite. Atticus had given her the code and sent her upstairs. He did shit like that all the time. In the past, it used to be a welcome surprise. But lately, I found it annoying.
Yet I’d decided to let things unfold with Angel, hoping Emily would walk in on us. Not because I wanted to freak Emily out, and believe it or not—not because I liked the idea of her watching, though that was an unexpected surprise. I’d let her walk in on me with Angel for her own good, my way of warning her away from me.
But I hadn’t accounted for her standing in the doorway and watching. I’d only let Angel give me a lap dance, but when Emily didn’t leave, the whole thing became about putting on a show for her. I was a sick fuck that Emily watching had turned me on so much. When she’d run away, though, I worried I’d upset her.
And now here we were. Stuck, thanks to me.
“Are you going to move this elevator?” she asked again.
“I’m having way too much fun teasing you.” I moved aside. “But if you want to push the button, go ahead. No one’s been stopping you this entire time.”
Much to my pleasure, she didn’t budge.
“I have a question,” I said.
“What?”
“Why did you really stay at the doorway when you could’ve just left the medicine? Was it shock? Or something more?”
She glared. “How about you tell me why you called for medicine to treat a fake allergy instead?”
I laughed guiltily. “You answer first.”
She looked away a moment. “I was just curious, I guess. That’s why I stayed.”
That was probably as honest an answer as I was going to get. I decided to reciprocate. “And I called you to bring me medicine because I wanted to see you, not because I needed it.”
Her cheeks reddened. “Oh.”
“So…you were curious…” I pressed.
She shook her head. “It wasn’t a voyeurism thing. At first I was in shock. Not sure why. I just assumed you were alone if you weren’t feeling well. But then the shock wore off and…I don’t know. I just…”
She seemed a little worked up. And though I was sort of getting off on that, I needed to pipe down. “You don’t have to explain,” I said. “I’m sorry for messing with you tonight.”
“You’re making me flustered, and I don’t like it.” She looked beyond my shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to your friend in there?”
“She’ll be fine.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “If she has any self-respect, she’ll be gone.”
“Let’s hope she is.” After a moment of silence, I added, “I wasn’t going to have sex with her.”
“I didn’t need to know that.”
“Well, you seemed to assume that was my intention, so I wanted to clarify. I’m sure it looked like that’s where things were headed.”
“Why would you start something if you weren’t going to have sex with her?”
I didn’t have an answer for that, since I couldn’t admit the truth—that it had all been a show. That I’d done nothing but think about Emily lately. And sometimes, I fantasized about her sweet, innocent eyes looking up at me while I fucked her in ways she’d probably want me to go to hell for, even if I knew it could never happen.
“How are you feeling about tomorrow night?” she asked.
“Not very confident.” I exhaled. “I told Ronan about my voice issues.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, he brought it up. He was the first of the guys to do that, though apparently, he and Atticus had been talking about it behind my back. I told him the truth about the polyps on my vocal cords.”
“I’m glad. I think the hardest part has probably been hiding what you’re going through from them.”
“He was cool about it. He wants to research things I can do while on tour. Knowing Ronan, he’ll come back with some woo-woo shit he wants me to try or tell me I need to smoke pounds of weed.”
“Well, sometimes you don’t have anything to lose by trying out-of-the-box things. Though, not the pounds of weed necessarily.” She laughed. “But maybe other unconventional stuff.”
I wanted to ask if she would be into trying new things, too—namely, older men.
She gestured to the panel behind my shoulder. “Are we planning to move this elevator anytime soon? I already admitted why I stayed at the doorway. Not sure there’s much more you’re gonna get out of me tonight.”
“If I hadn’t stopped the elevator, you wouldn’t have given me a chance to talk to you. I like your company.”
“Well, you don’t need to hold me captive to get it.”