Page 4 of Obsession on Repeat
"I’m headed back to LA soon, but I’d regret it if I didn’t ask. Can I see you again?"
I stared at him, unsure what surprised me more, that he asked or that I wanted to say yes. "I’ll think about it."
"That’s a good start."
Shaking my head, I finished my coffee, chucking the empty cup into a nearby trash can. "I appreciate the offer for lunch, but I need to get to work and set up for tonight. Good luck with promotion."
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Myearswereringing,and it wasn’t from the music. No, the honor was all Alice’s from shrieking earlier when I told her that I had turned Sullivan down for lunch. I did the final checks in my booth, making sure all the discs were in order, and with a final nod at Jake, the main bouncer, Venom was open for business.
Three hours later, I took another swig from my water bottle, rolling my neck as I felt the sweat dripping between my shoulder blades. My eyes scanned the crowd. I had been looking for any sign of Sullivan, and I hated it. With a grunt, I tossed my bottle onto the floor.
As the song changed, the water bottle was placed on the end of my turntable. I glanced over my shoulder, surprised but annoyingly pleased to see him standing there in a white tee shirt and jeans. The fast song echoed in my ears. Iwasn’t paying attention to the words anymore, despite how loud they were. The bass vibrated in my chest, the words from the song whispering in my ear like a deadly siren.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands gripped my hips. My mouth met his halfway, and I closed my eyes, the music twisting around us as the caress deepened. I gasped when my backside hit the turntable.
He ended the kiss. "Take a break."
"I can’t!"
"Yes, you can." He cupped my face with his hands. "I think it’s about time I bought you that drink."
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him. "I already said—"
"I know what you told me, but I’m not going to quit asking!" His right thumb stroked my cheek. "Don’t you feel this? It’s crazy, but don’t you feel what's happening between us?"
It was scary, a familiar ball of nerves appearing in my stomach. He kissed me again. I couldn’t help but smile when he pulled away.
"I have to work!"
"I’ll wait for you."
Laughing, I wrapped my fingers around his wrists. "I know you’re not a club fanatic. There’s no reason for you to suffer." Releasing him, I turned to dig through my bag. I handed him a sheet of paper. "This is my cell phone! Call me when I get off."
"You promise that you won’t disappear this time?"
I licked my lips, the taste of him lingering in my mouth. "I won’t disappear this time."
The twenty-four-hour pancake house wasn’t busy, but I suspected it was due to it being four o'clock in the morning. I looked at Sullivan to find him staring at me. "What is it?"
"You’re drinking coffee, and you haven’t been to bed yet."
"I don’t know if I will be anytime soon. I’m used to being up late, so I tend to drink lots of coffee," I shrugged. "I’m not addicted to it."
"Right."
"I’m not!"
Chuckling, he raised his own glass; the water slick with condensation. "Okay, fine, you’re not addicted to coffee. What are you addicted to? Well," he sipped his water, "besides music, I mean."
"You’re certainly curious about me."
"I’m always curious about the women I kiss."
I almost spit out my coffee, wiping my mouth with my napkin. "The only thing I’ve done lately outside of work is finish a Stephen King novel I purchased four years ago. Basically, I spend every waking hour at Venom. That’s about it. I’m boring."
"You’re not boring; you’re selective of how you spend your time." He reclined in his chair. "What book was it?"
