Page 34 of Heartfelt Pain
“Harry is shit at his job because when I passed through thelobby no one was there.” And he’s not happy about it. The set of his shoulders is tight.
He’s wearing his favorite leather jacket and because he leans, a sliver of his stomach shows. He’s got on black jeans. Everything is casual, but there’s barely contained annoyance.
When his brown eyes meet mine I realize I’m the said cause of his annoyance.
I drop the shopping bags on the floor and push them out of my way. No one asked him to come over.
“It’s rather rude to drop by unannounced.” I tug my shoes off, adding them to the pile by the door. “Also it’s my day off, so kindly fuck off.”
His jaw clenches.
“I’m going to talk to Harry and I’m going to look at the cameras,” Isolde says. She stops in the doorway. “Come on.”
It takes Roma a minute to realize she’s talking to him.
“I don’t think that’s a two person job.” It’s a complete dismissal and I don’t like how it reminds me of Lev. Assured and cocky.
“I’m not leaving you here,” Isolde bluntly replies.
I fight back a sigh. “It’s fine. I don’t think he’s here to kill me. But you don’t have to look at the camera’s. I’ll be fine.”
“I’m calling Ben,” she says again, marching out. I probably have thirty minutes until he and Abe show up.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
Without my heels on, he towers over me. I cross my arms over my casual clothes. I had to put a bra on before I went out and I wonder if he’s thinking about the photo I sent him earlier.
“What did you buy?” he asks.
“What?”
He motions to the bags I dropped on the floor. “What. Did. You. Buy?”
The clipped tones give me pause. He’s more than a little mad about being left on read.
“Something wrong?” I grin.
His chest lifts and falls with a deep breath. He lowers his voice. It’s not quite shame, but there’s something like desperation as he says, “I’m in fucking pain.”
I pout, jutting my lower lip out. “That sounds so awful. I’m sorry.”
He huffs. “This is not fucking funny.”
I agree. “Did you think showing up here would make me more inclined to help you?”
My eyes drift to his crotch. The outline of his hard erection is visible even in the dim light. I step forward without a thought, my hand running lightly over the denim.
He sucks in a breath. “Ren.”
“Do you want me to suck you off?” I ask, my movements rougher. His muscles are pulled tight, his body straining. “Is that why you came here? You thought I’d take pity on you and put your cock in my warm, wet mouth, Roma? Huh?”
His eyes glaze over. There’s no telling when the door will open again. Isolde could pop back in any moment.
I increase the touch of my hand, not bothering to unzip his jeans.
“Or did you actually think I would fuck you?” I ask Roma.
His breath catches and I know the truth. I choose to examine it later, to wonder where this is suddenly coming from. What convinced him to turn up last night? Why he started this game back up again.
