Page 22 of Maid to Desire
“I guess I’m asking if you want me to be more than your hero,” he replied softly. There was hesitation and nervousness in his tone.
Is he asking me what I think he’s asking me?I wondered, trying to keep my wits about me.
“Do you mean…” I prompted him; however, he didn’t say anything. He just waited for me to finish my sentence.
I took a deep breath and fought down the nerves. Tyler and I hadn’t known each other for long, but I felt like I had known him for a lifetime. The time we had spent together had been blissful. We had talked about our childhoods, dreams, fears, and so much more about what made us. We had shared so many laughs together. It was hard to believe it was only day two.
“What has you out in space?” he asked, sitting down with me on his lap.
“I’m just making sure I understand what you’re asking,” I whispered.
“I’m pretty sure you know what I’m asking,” he chuckled nervously.
Clearly, neither of us wanted to bring up the subject and look like an idiot in front of the other. One of us needed to take the plunge. Question was, which one of us would brave past our nerves and say it?
“Well…” I looked him in the eyes.
“Well,” he repeated with a laugh.
“One of us has to--”
The front door flew open and I screamed in terror as a man standing in the doorway stared at me with wide eyes and mouth gaped open. Tyler looked over his shoulder at the door, growled then quickly covered me with the throw. I buried my face in the side of Tyler’s neck to hide my mortified look.
“What the fuck, Jax!” Tyler shouted at the man.
“My bad. I thought you were at work,” Jax replied.
“Step outside for a minute… and close the damn door!”
“Alright. Alright.” Jax said right before the front door closed.
I peeked my head up to make sure he was gone. As soon as I realized he was gone, I jumped off Tyler’s lap and frantically got dressed.
“I’m so sorry, babe,” Tyler groaned.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, slipping on my shoes. “I need to leave anyway.”
“Melinda,” Tyler said softly, standing up. I lowered my eyes to the ground. “Look at me, Beautiful.”
Slowly I looked up at him. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me.
“I don’t want you to run off and me never hear from you again. Please. Don’t run.” His tone was timid. He had a look of terror in his eyes, which made my stomach knot. I hated seeing him so dismayed.
“I won’t,” I sighed.
“But you want to don’t you?”
“It’s nothing against you. Just nerves.”
“From my brother’s rude ass?” He held one of my hands and stroked his thumb gently across it. “Or something else?”
“Well, your brother’s manners are lacking,” I giggled nervously.
“But…”
“We can have this conversation later. Your brother is standing outside. And, sadly, I have to get back to work.”
“He can wait. And, why don’t you quit work.”
