Page 7 of Obsession on Repeat
"It’s all those bodies, sweating and moving together." I let my gaze trail his body. "It’s one of the many reasons why I love working there. The music takes over, and you lose yourself. It’s one of the best highs in the world."
"I’ve never thought of it that way. I can relax in my house to Classical and lose myself in the same way."
I took a few steps closer to him. "Classical music is a completely different ball game than dance and techno. You can’t get sweaty listening to Mozart."
Sullivan lowered his glass onto the counter. "Maybe you’re not listening to it the right way."
I raised my eyebrow at him when he moved forward to match my steps. "I must admit the image of you listening to Mozart is very sexy."
"I know what you’re doing, Rory."
"You do?"
He stroked the side of my face, sticking strands of my hair behind my ear. "You think that by seducing me, I’ll somehow lose interest and leave you alone."
I chuckled, a mock look of surprise on my face. "You won’t?"
"Nope."
"Well, damn. What if I let you seduce me?"
He laughed, the now familiar sound making my stomach do flips. "You’re too much." He brushed his lips against mine. "It’s late. I should go."
"To bed? You’re in luck, I’ve got one."
Playfully, he rolled his eyes. "I have to get up early to do some promotion tomorrow. When I’m free, I’ll call you."
"I might answer."
"Might?"
I tilted my head, letting a slow grin spread across my face. "I’ll think about it."
The first time he called, I didn’t answer. I stared at my phone, watching as it continued to vibrate against the glass coffee table. With a sigh, I scooped it up and hit Send, clearing my throat. "Hello?"
"I thought you weren’t going to answer,"Sullivan chuckled.
Toying with my hair, I wrapped the long strands slowly around my fingers. "I’m not sure why, but I did."
"I’m glad."
"How was promotion?"
He sighed into the phone. "They had me in front of the opera house on this boat taking pictures all day with the other actors."
"Aw, you poor baby. What a horrible way to spend your day."
He chuckled, catching the sarcasm behind my words. "I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t complain."
"Nah, you can say whatever you want. I don’t care." It was a lie, but I wasn’t going to admit it. "I guess you’re all done for the day. Are you going out with your friend?"
"As a matter of fact, I’m on my way to visit my sister and her family that live in the city. She’s having a small cookout tomorrow. I thought, maybe… you might want to join us?"
I blinked, a tight knot forming in my stomach. Meet his family? It felt too soon, too personal, and way outside the boundaries I’d set for myself. I tightened my grip around my coffee cup, focusing on the warmth, trying to ground myself. "Why?"
"I thought it would be a nice way for us to spend time together outside of work. I don’t want you to feel pressured."
My pulse quickened. His casual tone wasn’t fooling me. He was trying to sell me on the idea, but all I could thinkabout was the inevitable mess this could turn into. "I’m not the family type."
