Page 5 of Blindside Love

“Open the door. Maybe he brought your toy back. Either way, I want to see this sexy piece of man meat you need to get a slice of.”

“No!”

Knock, knock.

“Look, he’s being rather persistent. Maybe it’s important, or like I said, maybe he brought your toy home… or his dick.”

I’m intrigued, but only because she’s right; he is being rather persistent. Only Natalie doesn’t give me a choice as she steps to the side hidden by the door and opens it.

Leaving me front and center, by myself, facing this damn Adonis.

“Hi,” I say, unable to come up with anything somewhat intelligent to say as I stare at him.

He’s currently engrossed in his phone, one hand already raised to knock again. The moment he looks up at me, his entire disposition changes. He recognizes me if his little smirk means anything. Just fucking fantastic.

“Uh, hi, I was looking for the guy who lives here,” he says, tucking both hands into his joggers as he looks behind me like he’s looking for someone.

“Can I help you?” I ask, my voice clipped. I can’t help it that I’m annoyed, especially with Natalie peeking through the crack of the door, watching this entire situation she’s forced me into.

“I don’t know,” he says plainly, still staring at me.

Weird. This whole conversation is weird, but for some reason, I’m not slamming the door in his face even though he’s standing there like he’s expecting something from me. He knocked on my door, yet it feels like the conversation is up to me, and if I’m being honest, I just want to shut the door and hide as thoughts of last night invade my mind.

Looking down, I see Natalie smirking as she mouths, “Ask him about big pink.”

I flip her off.

Nope. No thanks. This is already awkward enough.

“I, uh… I guess I came over here to introduce myself. I live next door. I thought someone else lived here, so I didn’t expect you to open the door,” he rambles, running a hand down his face as he looks anywhere but at me. It’s irritating, but I can tell he’s nervous.

“Sorry to disappoint you with another inconvenience,” I snap, surprised when he looks offended and confused by my response.

“Huh? What? No. I didn’t mean it that way, I promise. Fuck, I’m sorry. I probably sounded like such an asshole. I looked up who lived here, and I thought it said Mr. Thompson,” he says as he runs his hand through his hair. “Look, can we start over?” he asks as he reaches his hand out to me. “I’m Trevor. I—uh, I guess I wasn’t expecting to run into you again, so I’m sorry I’ve made an ass out of myself… again. I’m really sorry about last night. I?—”

“Nope, not talking about that. If we’re starting over, can we please not go there? I’m embarrassed enough as it is without having to relive it.” Reaching out I place my hand in his, surprised by his firm handshake and warm smile. “I’m Ellie. It’s nice to meet you but—” I start to say when Natalie rudely cuts me off as she pops up behind me with a shit-eating grin that can only mean trouble plastered on her face.

“You’re the hot guy from last night? I think you might have something of Ellie’s,” Natalie says without introducing herself, surprising both Trevor and me in the process. As I register her words, I want to punch her in the twat.

“Some… thing of Ellie’s?” Trevor asks, and I feel my face heat from embarrassment as I watch him connect the dots. This bitch is throwing me under the bus when all I want is to never discuss it again.

“Please, for fucks sake, just ignore her,” I interrupt his thoughts. “She went around the teapot ride one too many times at Disneyland and has never quite been the same.” Turning to Natalie, I glare as she just winks, loving this entire situation. “Natalie, go to my room; you’re in time out.”

“Aw, but maaaahhhhhm. It was just starting to get interesting,” she whines like my five-year-old as she drags herself towards my room, one arm waving above her head.

It isn’t until she’s at my door that she turns around with one last comment, which is always the worst. “Yo, hot guy. If you don’t have her toy anymore, you could always just loan her your cock. Ellie could use a good railing and an orgasm… or five, and you look like you might just know your way around a woman’s body. At least more than Tom.”

I could die.

Right here, right now.

I’ve never prayed for spontaneous combustion to happen to me until this very moment. I’m praying to every god in existence to take pity on me and just sacrifice my life. Looking up at him, I hope that by some miracle he didn’t hear her or that he could just be mature enough to just pretend it didn’t happen. Unfortunately for me, everyone wants to watch me squirm today because he just stares, a downright devilish grin on his face as he watches me.

Goddamn, this look alone feels charged. Electric tingles move throughout my body in places I forgot I could feel. That’s when I realized we never dropped our hands.

He looks at me, one hand on his face as he rubs his bottom lip with his thumb, his forearms flexing with the movement, and holy shit, his arm is covered in tattoos. His other hand, the one still gripping my own, starts to rub tiny circles on top of my hand.

Fuck, why is that so hot? He looks down at my feet, which are currently tucked into pink fluffy bunny slippers; he smiles at that and continues his perusal. When his gaze moves up, finally reaching my bare legs, I see his obvious arousal beginning to tent in his joggers, but he makes no move to hide it. The thought that I’m turning on a man who is so ridiculously hot is the biggest confidence boost. And I definitely need it right about now.

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