Page 20 of Vesper Martinis

I cover my junk with my hands as I slowly walk to the dropped blanket that happens to be sitting at Pierce’s feet. Our eyes meet, and I can already feel the heat of what my bending down to pick it up connotates. Part of me wants to bend down for it and not stand afterwards. Instead, I want to stay down, take his dick in my hand, and put him in my mouth.

We stare at each other. A stalemate before Pierce bends down and picks up the blanket, handing it to me.

“Thanks,” I say, my voice already hoarse, images of my dream coming back to me as I tie the sheet around my waist.

“You’re welcome,” he says in his sexy baritone voice and pushes his glasses up his nose.

“Um, what are you doing here? And how did you get in? And where is your decency? You didn’t even announce yourself. And how do you know where I live?” I ask.

“I want to talk to you. When I got here, I heard a scream, and your door was unlocked for some stupid fucking reason, so I opened it, and you two seemed too concentrated on getting the bird out. I didn’t want to say anything and mess it up. And your file, which I have access to, has your address. Satisfied?” he asks, his voice sharp like he’s mad that the door was unlocked.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Warmth fills my chest as I look into his eyes and see the caring gaze. I didn’t know he was capable of that, but apparently, he is, and it makes me melt.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, rubbing my hands. “I think I was more shocked than hurt,” I add.

Pierce pulls his hands out of his pockets and takes my hand.

“I’m fine—”

“Just let me,” he says, interrupting my refusal of his help.

I nod and let him examine my hands. There is a red rectangle across the backs of my palms, but other than that, I’m fine. Pierce runs his warm fingers across my skin, and again my cock twitches.

I clear my throat. “You didn’t really answer my question,” I say.

“What was it?” Pierce asks, not looking up from my hands as he flips them over to check the other side. An erotic electric shock runs up my spine as his fingertips graze the inside of my hand.

“I asked you what you’re doing here. You couldn’t have possibly heard a yell from the other side of town.”

Pierce sighs and drops my hands.

“I—” He looks over to where Minnie disappeared, then back at me.

“Can we talk in private?”

“There’s no one here.”

“I know, but someone could walk in,” he says, reminding me of my unlocked door.

I could have sworn I locked it. Maybe Minnie went out and didn’t lock it again since she was awake.

I take a deep breath and then walk him into my room. I walk to the closet to get some clothes as he takes in my room. I watch him as I put on a pair of sweatpants. His face doesn’t say much. He twirls a ring on his pinky as he takes in my room. It’s not messy, but it’s not exactly clean, either. There is nothing on the floor other than one pillow, but my desk has a bunch of random shit on it. There’s dust on the outside of my windows, causing them to be less clear and have a more yellow hue as the sun shines through them.

When his eyes sweep over to me by my closet, he quickly turns away, and I see his fist clench against his side.

I put on a shirt and exit the closet, putting the blanket back on the bed.

“So, what are you doing here?” I cross my arms, trying to feel unaffected by the way he looks in my small room, making his already big frame even bigger.

He clears his throat and turns to face me.

“I came here to apologize for my behavior.”

My brows raise. He’s apologizing? I thought I was the one who started it. Or is apologizing for lying to me?

“What for?” I ask.

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