Page 183 of Rock Me All Night
He presses his palms against the table and leans toward me. He's a foot away maybe and he's looking at me.
I clear my throat and lean back in the chair. "Are you really staying long enough to invest in furniture?"
"That's the plan."
"Not going to get sick of fame and quit the band?" I bring my attention to the floor. It's hardwood. Long, thin planks in this tan color. They're beaten and waxed to hell.
"Say I did. Where would I go?" He pushes himself up. "I have everything I want here."
"And what is that?"
"Sunshine. The beach." He stares right into my eyes. "I have this friend. But she's about to graduate college and move far, far away for some amazing opportunity."
"How do you know she's competent?"
"No clue. But if she shows up to an interview wearing the outfit I saw her in, she's a shoo-in."
Heat rushes through my body. There's no denying it. Drew is flirting with me. It's normal. Friends flirt with friends. It's not as if it means he likes me.
I shift out of my seat and study a bookshelf like my life depends on it. There is absolutely no reason why I'd buy this ugly bookshelf. Most of my novels and half of my textbooks are digital.
Drew moves on to a different part of the store. All casual like he wasn't flirting with me.
He runs his fingers over a wood table. This one is huge, big enough to sit eight people.
Drew turns to me and motionscome here. I do.
I stare at the table the way he's staring at it. It's a pleasant cherry brown. It's thick. There is something awfully inviting about it. The perfect place to sit with a textbook and a cup of tea.
His fingertips slide over the curve of my hip. "Will you do me a favor?" He turns his head to the right then to the left, like he's checking to make sure no one is watching.
"What is it?"
"Agree first."
There's a mischievous look in his eyes. Okay, fine, I'll bite.
"Sure," I say.
His grip tightens around my hip. He grabs me and lifts me onto the table. I land hard on my ass. My legs part in a desperate attempt to maintain balance. Not enough. I lean back and plant my hands behind me.
Drew keeps one hand on my hip. The other slides down my leg, under my knee. He slings my legs around him. The same position we'd be in if we were fucking on this table.
My heart goes into freight train mode. I've got no clue what he's doing, but part of me doesn't care. He's so close. His crotch is pressed up against mine. If we weren't wearing all these clothes, we'd be steps away from something so perfect.
I take a deep breath. My body needs to calm the fuck down. "What are you doing?"
He grabs me by the knees and pulls me closer. "That's fairly obvious."
I lean all the way back, so I'm flat on the table. For some crazy reason, I want to go along with this. "Should I even ask why?"
"I'm not about to get a table that's too tall or too short."
"Is this a regular problem?" I close my eyes so I won't look into his. That will send me straight into a frenzy.
He lowers my legs so they're hanging off the table. "It has been a problem before."
I push myself up and off the table. He keeps me pressed against it for a moment. His hands are at his sides. He's not even touching me and I'm ready to explode.
