Lily felt frustrated, wanting to keep kissing him, but his attention had already been redirected to the television.
She turned away, going to the bed and sliding down underneath the covers. She then rolled onto her side, repeatedly thumping her pillow. She thought she heard Shade laughing, but when she jerked her head around, his attention was concentrated on the television screen.
He was probably regretting his decision to teach her how to kiss. His breathing hadn’t even changed. He had all but fallen asleep.
One thing was for certain: if he was going to teach her to kiss, the man was going to have to show more interest than if he was getting a dental exam.
*
Shade gritted his teeth trying to get his body back under control, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the television screen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her hitting her pillow in frustration. His hands clenched by his side. The woman didn’t know the meaning of frustration, but he was about to show her if she threw him another one of her pissed-off looks.
He was trying to go slow, not frighten her away, but even he had his limits. That innocent kiss he had gotten from her had nearly been his undoing.
When he was sure she was asleep he got up, leaving the room. He didn’t trust himself to climb into bed with her now. He had to calm his body down.
Going upstairs, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a generous amount. His wall of patience was crumbling. It was time to heat up his efforts with Lily. He didn’t think it was fair he was the only one suffering. Lily needed to discover exactly what she was missing out on, which was him fucking her until she begged him for mercy.
Shade poured himself another whiskey, This time his hand shook as he picked up his glass.
*
Lily woke the next morning to an empty bed. She showered and dressed for work and was going out the bedroom door when Shade entered the room. His eyes were bloodshot. Lily took a step back from the stench of alcohol.
When she had fallen asleep, he had still been watching television. The way he looked now made it apparent he had been up all night drinking.
“You’ve been drinking!” she said accusingly.
“Don’t worry; I’m not drunk.” She paled at his words, flinching away as he brushed by her.
“Aren’t you going to work?”
“I’m taking the morning off. Rider is managing the factory until this afternoon.”
Shade went to the side of the bed, taking his shoes and t-shirt off. He started to take his pants off, obviously expecting her to leave the room so he could finish undressing. Lily didn’t leave, unsure why.
“Um… you must have started drinking after I went to sleep.” She didn’t know why she was pushing the issue.
Shade cocked an eyebrow at her question. “Yes, I went upstairs for another beer and Cash and Rider were having a card game, so I joined in. I wasn’t ready for bed as early as you.”
Lily fiddled with the rubber band on her wrist. “I didn’t expect you to be. I guess I’ll see you this afternoon.” She started out the doorway but turned at his next words.
“It was just us; none of the women were there.”
Relief flooded through her tense body.
“I didn’t ask.”
“You didn’t have to,” Shade mocked.
Lily fled out the door without bothering with breakfast, going straight to the factory. A few of the other workers were slowly trickling in. Georgia was already there, talking to Rider who didn’t look in much better shape than Shade. She figured he was the one who’d lost the card game.
Lily pulled a work order and got busy filling it. She worked rapidly throughout the morning, her mind kept occupied on filling orders, distracting herself from dwelling on the kisses she had shared with Shade the night before.
She touched her fingertip to her mouth, remembering the feel of his lips against hers before catching herself. She pulled another order, not even stopping for lunch.
When Shade came in that afternoon, Rider looked like he was going to be sick as he headed out.
Shade went inside his office, ignoring Georgia who was trailing after him and shutting the door in her face. Lily’s mouth twitched in amusement and Georgia saw it, giving her a vindictive glare.
Lily sucked in a sharp breath. The woman had never made a pretense of liking her, but the hatred she didn’t try to conceal in that moment concerned Lily.
Georgia walked toward her, coming to a stop at the table where she was working. “You think you’re hot shit, don’t you? Well, let me tell you something. I don’t give a fuck how pretty you are, when Shade gets tired of fucking you, you’ll be just another worker like every other woman he’s laid.”
“Georgia, I haven’t done a thing to deserve—”
The hateful woman cut her off. “You want to know why I can’t stand you, Lily?”
Lily stiffened her shoulders. “Go ahead.”