Page 75 of Win Some Love Some
“So. Something did change? You want me? You want to…do it?”
“Do it?” he asked, like I wasn’t being clear.
I gave him my best double pump hip thrust. “Bang me. Take me to pound town. Do nasty things with my body all night-”
“Please stop saying and doing that,” he whimpered. He took a deep breath and seemed to gather control of himself. Which was so very Nick of him, it made me want to laugh in his face. “No. What happened at the wedding was an aberration. An anomaly. A deviation from the norm.”
“You just said three things that are the same thing.”
“I’m trying to emphasize my point.”
“Fine,” I said choosing to let it go.
We were far from done. Nick thought he could pretend it didn’t happen. That he didn’t feel anything for me, that the attraction was anaberration?
Well, that dummy had another thing coming.
“Okay?” He looked too hopeful that he’d made it through the worst part.
“Yes. Okay. Whatever. We got close, we danced. I did that thing you like when I scratched your neck-”
“How did you know about that?” he asked, like he was a prosecutor, and I was a hostile witness.
“Observation,” I spat. “I think your point is, that it was just the circumstances. You took this really bad advice, and my close proximity-”
“And you smelled really nice.”
“It is a custom scent made in Paris,” I shrugged like his attraction to it was inevitable.
“Also your shoulders were bare,” he said, checking out his feet. “I don’t think that helped.”
“So noted. Nick has a thing for shoulders.”
“You laughed…at the ceremony. Louder than everyone else.”
“And youlikedthat?”
He shrugged. “Also I could see down your dress, a lot.”
“This is quite a confession, Nick.”
I should have worn the mini skirt to work. The belly shirt that was a size too small. I should have worn my hair up and dosed myself with the last of my scent from Paris.
My decision to take the high road and not torture him was stupid.
He should be tortured. Needed to be tortured with this newfound desire for me.
“Good. Perfect,” I said. “Then you won’t have a problem taking me to Julie’s wedding.”
“Huh?”
“Remember, I told you? Why I needed to raise the money for the new dress. Three weddings, Nick. Terry’s wedding. Then Julie’s wedding, with basically the same crowd, then Samantha’s wedding. Now, Samantha’s wedding I’ll need to repeat the strapless burgundy so you won’t want to have anything to do with that wedding. But if I promise to cover my shoulders, not wear perfume, or laugh, we’ve agreed that absolutely nothing can happen between us. So I don’t see why you can’t just take me to Julie’s wedding too.”
He looked around the garage as if possibly there was a camera filming him. “Am I being mind-fucked right now?”
I stepped toward him, got into his space enough to make it uncomfortable, reached up and patted his face. “Nicky, when have I ever mind-fucked you?”
He growled. “Don’t call me…”
