"I'm soaking wet," I responded pointedly, as if that would deter his opinion of me. I was trying to fix myself up but he put his hand on me to stop me.
"You're gorgeous," he repeated, his tone firm, as if he wouldn't take no for an answer. He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "You're..." He drifted off and looked away. I looked in his eyes and saw the strangest thing. For a second, it looked like it was the brightest green but then in the very next second, it was a dark forest green. It kept changing as he was struggling with his words.
"What are you trying to say?" I asked, my brows furrowing as I scooched up onto my elbows. I'd never seen Blake so wrought with emotion, and it hurt my heart to see him that way. I bit my lip as I waited for his response.
"Nothing," he responded coolly, his face resuming its unbreakable mask. The only thing that gave him away were his forest green eyes, hardened like his face had. "It's not the time or the place."
When he laid flat on the bed, the tension in the room was so thick, it was hard to breathe. It felt like I was going to get kicked out like I did the first night I was with him. He was already rolled off to his side and blinking slowly. Yup, it was almost the same, play by play.
"Can I take a shower?" I whispered.
"Yeah, sure," he yawned.
The shower beating against me was therapeutic. The steam filled the room. I looked over and wiped the glass. I was half expecting Blake to be there, but he wasn't. My heart dropped. How could I be so stupid? Did I really let the fact that he was in a business deal lead me over to his place for hot sex? Why didn't I think of what came after the sex?
After finishing the shower, I looked in the same cabinet where he got my comfortable clothes the last time. When I saw the two neatly folded rows of clothes, I swallowed hard. How many times has he done this before? There was even little sample-sized toiletries. He could easily open up a store if he wanted to. He was a real professional.
"I'm gonna go." I was dressed by the bedroom doorway. He didn't turn to look at me, and my heart dropped. I wondered if he was already asleep, or if he even cared.
I was already half-way to the door when I finally heard him ask, "Why are you going?"
I looked at him like he had two heads. His eyes weren't really bright but they weren't forest green either.
"I just thought..."
"Christina, I'll take the full blame. The last time, I was..."
"An asshole."
"Yeah." He smiled. "I was an asshole. I just have this certain lifestyle."
"I guess I'm not a good look."
"No!" He shot off of the bed. "When my father sees me, he expects things of me. He expects me to act a certain way and be with certain people. But I don't care about any of that. I want you. I've always wanted you."
I rolled my eyes while swallowing a lump in my throat. In all of these years, I'd never once heard him mention his father. Where was this all coming from?
"I'm sure." I crossed my arms over my chest, not daring look at him in case he snatched my happy vision away from me again.
"Do you know how many women throw themselves at me?"
I frowned and turned to glare at him. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? That I was lucky enough to let you fuck me?"
"Please let me finish."
I nodded and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
"I get all these women thrown at me and there you are, and I can't get you out of my head. Before all of this, we never even touched and I can't stop--" He ran his hand through his hair. "I just can't stop. Now that I've had you, I'm not going to let you go."
"What are you saying?"
"Let's take this to the next level."
I didn't want to smile. I honestly didn't, but when he said those words, I couldn't help it. I fell into his arms. He kissed my forehead and gently stroked my back with his hands.
"I want you to stay the night."
Chapter 8
The bright sunlight woke me up. I had already reached over for my blinds when I realized I wasn't home. I was very much still in Blake's bedroom. When I saw that he wasn't in bed with me, that old feeling of abandonment started to rise up in my throat. I'm so stupid.
"Hey, sleepy head," his soothing rumble of a voice came from the doorway. I turned my head to see him standing there with a tray, complete with toast, orange juice, coffee, bacon, and eggs. My stomach grumbled and my heart did a flip. He made me breakfast in bed, it fluttered. "I was wondering when you'd wake up." I looked around for a clock or something with the time. "It's 10:00 in the morning."