Page 53 of Manhattan Secret
In a plot twist, it turns out I’m that whack-job.
If by some small miracle Lachlan and I do make it into a relationship and I meet Sena Fierro, she’ll know instantly who I am and what I’ve told her.
She knows I’m teaching her kid; at the same time I’m having an affair with him.
Yeah, that witness protection is looking more appealing by the mortified second.
C H A P T E R 14
Delaney
Those ideas that you think are good at the time but backfire spectacularly.
Yeah, I’m facing one right now as I slide out of my car around 11 pm that night and find Lachlan sitting on the front step of my bungalow.
Unable to face him, not after that incident earlier with his mom, I stayed away from home around the time I knew Lachlan would come by. Avoiding him seemed like my best option and though it pained me—killed me actually, I let his phone calls and texts go unanswered. I wrongly assumed he’d get bored and go be with his friends.
But there he is, and he rises when I start up the path.
My nerves start to bang together, and I hope I can say what I need to without wussing out, because Jesus, he looks gorgeous as ever, fingering his backwards cap.
“It’s late, Lachlan.”
“Yeah, it is. Where’ve you been?”
“I went to a movie.”
“Avoiding me,” he doesn’t pose it as a question, and I have no answer.
Trying to move past him to get to the door, he presses his chest into my back and every nerve ending starts to buzz at his nearness, my breath shallows, and I ache all over to lean into him, to feel his arms come around me.
“You should go home, it’s late, you have school tomorrow.”
“What the hell? I told you I was coming over.”
“I didn’t invite you, Lachlan.”
“I’m staying,” he rasps, dipping his face into the back of my neck, his hand trails down my arm, around to my stomach in a sensual claiming move while I open the door and, god help me I don’t say another word after that.
Not when he picks me up in his arms and kicks the door closed, taking a second to make sure it’s locked, then he prowls us through to my bedroom, flipping on the lights, he sits me on the side of the bed.
“I should be pissed as hell that you tried to dodge me.” Off comes his jacket and cap and I frown seeing it dumped on the floor like that. Doesn’t he know to hang things up? “I should be furious that after last night when you blew my mind open you can so easily ignore me today.” His boots and socks are gone next and then he yanks his t-shirt over his head by grasping it from the back of the neck.
It lands on the floor and I have serious OCD twitches to pick them up and fold them neatly.
But my eyes are transfixed to his frame as it’s revealed.
My mouth waters against any judgement I may still have. Which isn’t a lot.
“I shouldn’t give you this dick I see you want, just to teach you a lesson, Laney. You had me waiting like a soft dick.”
My mouth opens and closes without any words coming out.
His semi nakedness, only in pure white boxer briefs, leaving nothing to my fertile imagination, renders me dumb when he walks forward and crouches down in front of me, and starts to unlace my Vans.
I stare at this man gently taking my shoes off me, my heart pounds at his sweetness, albeit self-serving if he wants sex.
It’s wrong of me to let him inside, but it isn’t too late to send him home.
