Page 66 of Loving the Legend
I clear my throat. “It’s good to see you. Good luck tonight,” I tell Phil, hoping he gets the hint.
Sid shifts his gaze toward the opposite end of the corridor, and I immediately long to have it back, focused on me. Then his fingers interlace with mine. I bite the inside of my lip to keep from reacting as he rubs circles across my concealed palm.
“Thanks. Oh, I almost forgot. Nike wants you for their new campaign.”
My jaw drops.“Word?” I didn’t think I’d land a Nike endorsement for a few more years.
“Yep. I’ll call you on Monday with the details. Nice to meet you, Sid.”
“Likewise,” Sid replies.
Phil turns and heads toward the staircase.
“Is he your type?” Sid asks, releasing a deep breath.
“Who? Phil?” I ask, meeting his gaze.
“I meant the actor guy…but him too?”
I glance around. “I don’t know if I have a type. He’ll be my first with a guy. Things kinda changed for me a couple of months ago.”
“What happened a couple of months ago?”
I catch a slight tremble in his voice.
You happenedis on the tip of my tongue. I’m tired of holding back from whatever this is. It’s time I put my cards on the table.
I lean in. “I was staying at my friend’s house for Christmas, and I fell asleep in his home cinema. As I was heading to my bedroom in the middle of the night, I saw him getting head from his fr—casual lover and it hit me—I wanted to be the one fucking him.”
His eyes go wide.
My phone vibrates. It’s the same area code as the number I just scanned for Will.
I groan. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I have to go.”
A storm of emotions crosses his face.
I turn to walk away, but he doesn’t release my hand.
“I didn’t take you for a cock-blocker,” I joke, but it lands flat.
“Cock-blocker?” he repeats, eyebrows creased, spelling confusion. He steps forward, dipping his face so close that heat races across my cheeks. His lips brush against my ear. “Who said that standing here with me means you won’t get fucked tonight?”
“W-what?” I stammer.
Does he mean what I think he means? I tilt my head back, searching his eyes for an answer. I mean, that was direct, wasn’t it?
I’m stunned…
The penetrating look and the raw sexual energy emanating from him are confirmation.
“Takemehome,” he says—no, commands.
This is really happening.
Tingling heat spreads through my entire body.
My phone rings again, jolting me out of my head. I pick up without breaking eye contact.
