If I thought I could walk away from Addy, that seven thousand miles of ocean would be enough to put emotional distance between us, I was more than fucking wrong.
"You're such a jackass, Hendrix Cole." The blonde screams at me, her voice shrill, as she puts one leg and then another back into her pants.
"You knew that when you met me." I open my mouth to say her name and realize I don't remember it. I'm disgusted with her; in the early morning light she no longer looks like the person I thought she bore a more-than-striking resemblance to last night in the bar, with her long blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Oh, and thanks for nothing!" she yells. "The legendary Cannon Cole couldn't even fucking get it up!"
When she leaves, the front door slamming loudly behind her, I roll back over in bed, thinking about Addy. Always Addy. I'm on the other side of the world, and all I can think about is Addy. Her face is burned on my brain. That's why I couldn't get it up for the bottle-blonde bimbo that just fled my house. The blonde wasn't Addy.
When I can't go back to sleep, I sit up in bed with a notepad, writing the letter to Addy I'll never send, the one that tells her how I can't get her out of my head, that tells her how I can't keep going without her.
I write it and I think about mailing it. But I'm too much of a goddamned coward. I'm a United States Marine. I completed The Crucible, fifty-four hours of some of the most difficult training on earth. And Addy fucking Stone is the thing that brings me to my knees.
*
PRESENT DAY
I walk away from her because I can't think straight when I'm this close to her. I just came dangerously close to telling her that her angry rebellious act is just that -- an act. I came close to telling her that I know she feels the same way I do about her.
And how I feel about her.
I'm annoyed with her immature games. Who plays stupid games like that, anyway?
From the other room, Addy shrieks loudly.
Maybe I'm not that mature anyway.
She bursts into my room. "Someone broke into the apartment and took all of my clothes!"
I stand there, waiting for her to put two and two together when she sees my not-so-shocked face.
"You?!" she shrieks. "Hendrix, that is not funny. Go and get them now. Put them back."
"Are you ordering me around, as your employee?" I ask. I'm a petty asshole. I never pretended to be mature and self-aware.
Her nostrils flare. Holy hell, I've never seen her nostrils flare like this before. She's adorable when she's angry, standing there in that little dress that barely covers her ass. Too bad she has nothing else to wear. "Hendrix fucking Cole," she says. "I have nothing but bras and panties in there. Where are my clothes?"
I shrug. "You said you were perfectly comfortable wearing bras and thongs."
Her eyes narrow. "You know what I meant," she says. "I was making a point."
Crossing my arms over my chest, I can't help but smile. "So was I."
"Your point is made," she says. "You're an immature, arrogant ass and I know that now. Case closed. Point taken. Now give me back my clothes."
"Nah," I say, shaking my head. "I don't think you got the point at all. So I don't think I will give them back."
"You want me to just wear bras and panties? You got it." She reaches for the hem of her dress and yanks it over her head, tossing it on the floor.
"Well, shit, Addy-girl," I say, admiring the way her breasts nearly spill out of her bra. "If I'd have known it was that easy to get you out of your clothes, I'd have taken them away earlier."
"You're a total jackass," she says, her hand on her hip. It's honestly hard to listen to what she's saying when she's wearing a bra and thong. And heels.
"You're no peach, either, sweet cheeks." My cock presses against my jeans, and I wonder if she's still wet, the way she was when I reached between her legs earlier.
"So you want me to parade around here like this all the time?" she asks. Her breath comes short, her chest rising.
I walk toward her, standing close, and tilt her chin up toward me. "I'd fucking love for you to parade around here all the time dressed like this."
"Of course you would," she says. "You're a total caveman."
"If I were a total caveman," I say, sliding my hand down the side of her waist until I reach the top of her thong, "I'd rip these panties right off you."
Addy raises her eyebrows, her head tilted up toward me. "I guess you're not, after all."
I hear it as a challenge. So I tear the fucking panties off her, and she looks at me with a mixture of amusement and irritation that makes me harder. "It would be a mistake to assume I'm anything but."