Page 192 of Breaking Point
TRISHA STRATFORD
sitting on my bedside table waiting for you to read to me
GRAYSON
can’t wait
Bella won’t stop pacing.
And I can’t stop staring at her.
“You’re going to give me vertigo,” I drawl as I flop onto the only bed in the room. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t internally cheering over the bed situation.
Her head snaps my way, a glare gracing that gorgeous face. “Then stop watching me.”
“We’ve already been through this, Blaze. I can never look away.”
Her steps falter, that glare softening before she slaps it back up and points a finger in my direction. “You’re sleeping on the floor.”
“The fuck I am.”
Her eyes widen, and I can practically see the smoke coming out of her ears.
“And why not?” She stomps her foot. Actuallystompsher foot.
“Because I’m notthatmuch of a gentleman, and something tells me you don’t actually want me on the floor.”
She turns to begin her pacing again and I swear I hear her call me a cocky hockey player under her breath.
Of course I’d sleep on the floor if she was uncomfortable, but I know she isn’t. She’s pacing like a bull who's seen red because she’s still fighting her feelings for me.
I suppose that does make me a cocky hockey player, but it makes sense now after learning about her dad. She has locked her heart behind a vault, but I think if I push with just the right amount of pressure, she’ll open the door for me.
But one thing is for certain, I need to be consistent.
She stops abruptly in front of me, lifting her chin. “Fine, but we make a pillow wall.”
I smirk. “Whatever you want, Blaze.”
Her jaw unhinges. “Clearlynot. You just told me no a moment before.”
My brow lifts in challenge, despite the slight heat spreading across my cheeks. “Only because I know it’s not what you really want.”
She waves her hands in the air. “Don’t you have practice or something?”
“Yep.”
“Well, off you go then. Shoo.”
“Are you shooing me like an animal?”
“Act like an animal and I’ll treat you like one.”
Standing off the bed, I grab my gym bag and call over my shoulder, “What happens if I like you treating me like an animal?”
“As your assistant, I’d have a duty to have you institutionalized.”
Opening the door, I pause to look at her, loving the way her cheeks are slightly flushed and her eyes are filled with warmth.
