Page 18 of Killian
“Go? What do you mean?”
His head nodded to Aiden and Carter, then back to me. “These two have it. Time to come home.” The casual way in which he said home almost had me taking pause.
Instead, I laughed. It came out so hard my gut shook, almost doubling me over. He’d seriously lost his mind. One night was more than enough of his tough guy attitude.
“Not happening.”
“Then your house?” he said.
“Hell no!” Where the hell did he got off thinking I was his business? I wasn’t. He ditched me this morning as fast as he could. Now he wanted me to sleep with him again. I had never been big on playing games, and I wasn’t about to start now.
He chuckled deep and throaty. “You choose, but you’re next to me tonight.”
“What? Why?”
“Like I told you last night. I want you by me.”
“So you can keep me safe?” He said nothing in response, and I waved my hand out to the crowd. “As you can see, I’m perfectly safe here.”
“Choose, Ellie.”
“Neither.”
“Not an option.”
“Why don’t you turn around and ask the dozens of women behind you. I’m sure they’d jump at the chance to be in your bed.” It was a bit of a low blow, but not horrible. I didn’t feel bad for it, yet part of me hoped like hell he didn’t turn around and do it. It was one thing to be in his bed. Another to hear about other women in his bed.
“They aren’t you.”
I looked up to the ceiling, but it had no answers for me. Running my hand through my hair, it all fell down my back in thick waves. “Look. I’m not sure what you’re playing at here, but let’s just forget last night and go with it didn’t happen.” Or try. I probably wouldn’t forget the feel of his body against me any time soon, and sleeping with him tonight wasn’t going to happen.
“Baby, no matter how hard you try to forget, it won’t happen.”
What a cocky asshole. Even if he was telling the truth, I’d never admit it.
Growling wasn’t a sound I made often, but in this case, it ripped. “You…”
A knock came from the end of the bar where Marybeth was holding up a piece of paper with orders. I held up a finger to tell her to give me a second and turned back to the aggravating man in front of me.
“Killian, it’s not happening. Once was enough. I don’t like demanding assholes.” The force of the words didn’t faze him. He smiled. I did not and took off to make the drinks.
Two hours later, I was actually ready to go home. Killian had stayed on that stool for about an hour and a half before leaving. I felt his eyes on me everywhere I turned. Aiden worked on his drinks, and I had hoped he’d take the damn hint. I thought maybe I had won this round with Killian Graham, but then again, I wasn’t exactly confident I could ever win anything with him.
When the door closed behind him, the tension in my shoulders instantly relaxed. He was a very hard man to say no to. Not only because he wouldn’t let you, but because he had this magnetism that screamed for me to get closer to him. It was such a contradiction, and I needed to keep my headspace in check around him. So him finally leaving was a win. A win I was going to take and hold onto with everything I had.
Why did I have this feeling I’d be seeing a lot more of this man, though? And why was part of me excited to do so?
