Page 15 of Resurrecting the Enemy
I let out a deep breath. This arguing back and forth wasn’t going to solve anything, and it wasn’t going to get me any answers. Ramsey was playing a game, and I needed to make it clear that I wasn’t interested in playing it with him.
“Look, you saw for yourself I didn’t have any pictures of what you were doing Sunday night,” I started. “And you got the photos you wanted. What’s this really about?” I eyed him. “I already told you I didn’t see anything.”
“And I already told you I think you’re lying,” he countered. “So, let’s just agree to disagree on that one.”
I was starting to feel confined in his car, and I just wanted to go home. “What do you want, Ramsey?”
He drew back and straighten. “I already told you what I wanted,” he replied. “I want you.”
“I don’t believe you.” He just shrugged a shoulder, like it wasn’t his problem.“Why?”
“It doesn’t matter why,” he smirked. “All that matters is that I do.”
I shook my head. “That’s not good enough.”
“Tell me about Curt,” he said, switching topics.
“What about him?”
“I want the details.”
“The details are none of your business,” I retorted.
“Those papers scattered around my car are not for show,” he countered smoothly, and I hated him just a little more for it.
“We dated for about six months. He cheated on me. We broke up. End of story.”
“You still in love?”
I shot him a look. “I was never in love,” I corrected him. “But that didn’t mean I hadn’t taken our relationship seriously.”
“Did he beg forgiveness?”
“Yes,” I answered, hating the topic and hating that I was giving in. “But I didn’t care, and still don’t.” I shrugged a shoulder. “Even if I can’t really blame him.”
Ramsey reared back in surprise. “Oh, really? And why’s that?”
I wasn’t being catty when I asked, “Have youseenErica Chambers?” I let out a soft laugh. “She’s beautiful. She’s the prettiest girl at SC,” I went on. “While I expected Curt to be faithful, I can hardly blame him when she came on to him.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he snapped, sounding outraged, but I couldn’t understand why. He wasn’t the one who was cheated on.
“You wouldn’t be surprised if you met her,” I argued.
“I’ve seen pictures of her,” he said, surprising me. Gesturing towards the papers all around, he said, “She made an appearance in Curt’s folder.”
“Well, then, you know she’s beautiful.”
His hand reached out and grabbed me by my chin. “What I know is that a girl doesn’t go after another girl’s man unless she feels threatened or inferior.”
I snorted. “That last thing Erica Chambers feels from any of us other girls is threatened or inferior.” Ramsey let go of my chin but didn’t comment.
I sat, looking at him, as he turned to face the front of the car. He stared out the windshield and didn’t say anything for a long while. We kind of just sat in his car, quietly, as thoughts ran through my head and his. I wasn’t privy to his thoughts, but I knew mine were all chaotic.
This guy was dangerous.
This guy was out of my league.
This guy was not supposed to know me.
