"Don't you like me, Lexi? I like you. A lot."
He had tilted his head to the side, watching me struggle for words. Thank goodness it was dark in here. I was beet red. And miserable.
"A lot, a lot."
"That has nothing to do with it! I have a job to do. You have to stop distracting me."
He narrowed his eyes at me. The joking look was gone. He looked pissed.
"I don't have to do a damn thing."
I felt the fight go out of me.
"Please Trent. I can't... I need this job. I have people counting on me."
He sighed.
"Okay. I will back off. But you are coming to dinner with me."
I nodded, relief flooding my system.
"Alright. But I'm not promising anything. Like-what just happened."
He was watching me.
"How many men have you been with Lexi?"
Once again, I wished for a hole to open in the floor and swallow me up.
I closed my eyes. And then I answered him.
Chapter Nine Trent
I was staring at Lexi, waiting for her to answer me. She was so skittish, it was like trying to seduce a cat!
And I was definitely a dog person.
"Two."
I forced myself not to react. Two? How was that possible?
She looked at me, her incredible eyes full of doubts.
"And none of them ever did what-you tried to do. In the supply closet."
No one had ever-she'd never—
My mind was blank for a minute as that astounding, wonderful, very arousing information sank in to me.
I was the first. The first to taste her. The first to make her feel the way only that felt.
Holy hell, I could not wait to properly eat this woman out.
I was going to make a meal of her. I would perform oral gymnastics. I would linger over her for hours.
Days.
Weeks.
It was going to be a God Damn Pussy Eating Festival.
I could still taste her on my lips. Still smell her sweet, clean, musky scent. Still feel her plump breasts and hips in my hands.
I moaned. I thought I'd calmed my cock down, but now it was rising again.
I grabbed a pillow and held it over my lap.
Her eyes got wider. She knew what I was doing. I got nothing past this woman. I shrugged.
"Sorry. Like I said, you do things to me."
"Oh."
I loved how she said that word. 'Oh.' She said so little but it meant so much.
Plus, it was cute as fuck.
"Lexi... I will do my best. I can't promise that I won't try to jump your bones again."
Her eyes were wide as saucers now.
"You can't. Promise me Trent."
"You don't think you can resist me?"
"No-I mean-don't make me... please."
I knew I should take pity on her. But I didn't want to. I really was a bastard. I'd known it all my life.
Why stop now?
"Maybe."
Her mouth opened. She looked devastated. Worse, she looked defeated.
"I-I have to go."
"Lexi - wait."
She shook her head. She reattached the machines that checked my vitals in silence. Then she walked stiffly from the room.
I closed my eyes.
This was not going according to plan at all.
I had to get to her before she found out who I was. A girl like that? She'd never go for me once she knew.
Ever since puberty, women had been easy for me. Older, younger. I'd had my share of them, even back in foster care. Neighbors, girls at school, girls already out of school...
They had always been plentiful. Easy. Pleasant.
Now the woman who had my balls in a fucking vice was the opposite of that.
Exciting. Stimulating. Impossible.
I had a sudden certainty that she was going to break my heart.
Or I would break hers.
Maybe both.
I reached for the call button.
I didn't care if she was pissed about coming back in.
I needed a fucking sleeping pill.
Lexi
I spent the next few days with Char. We went to the park. We made cookies. Today, we even went to the beach.
It was so blissfully normal that I almost pinched myself.
Of course, I didn't really want to wake up. I just wanted to scrub him out of my thoughts once and for all.
Trent was emblazoned in my mind.
His lips. His chest pressed against mine. His eyes when he said my name. He'd looked tortured.
I knew the feeling.
I was in deep trouble. I knew he wouldn't be at the hospital much longer. I knew it.
I could hold out.
And then when he called about dinner, IF he called about dinner, I would just... avoid him. Not answer the phone. Done. He would go away and I would go back to my safe, boring little life.
I was watching Char dip her toes in the Pacific when my phone beeped.
I glanced down.
I want to taste you again
My mouth went dry. I felt an answering warmth between my legs. It was him. It must be.
Somehow, Trent had gotten my phone number.
I took a deep breath and started to reply. I would tell him that this was a private number and not to message me again. I would be cold and firm and not take no for answer.
And then a picture popped up.
It was him in the hospital bed, looking silly, sipping his juice through a straw and giving me a thumbs up.
My heart cracked open a bit.