Page 46 of Torrid Love
‘That was a bad idea.’
Is there anything more for us to talk about?
The humiliation from the rejection hasn’t subsided. Still, I’m curious and apprehensive of what he has to say.
The doorbell rings, forcing me to stop ruminating.
Oh, God.
Rod has a spare set of keys to my house and studio—he’s my emergency person—but I know he won’t use them unless he has to. I hurry to the door, get on my tippy toes and glance through the peephole to buy myself some time. I suck in a hasty breath when I see him standing on the other side.
Like I wasn’t expecting him.
I unlock the door and open it.
He flashes me a languorous smile and when he winks at me, every cell in my body comes alive.
Calm down, Dominika.
“Hey,” I wave him in.
Just like earlier, my nipples approve of his perfectly tailored suit, but my brain still can’t comprehend how the hell he has this kind of power over my body.
“Hey,” he says, stepping into my home.
I’m still holding onto the door like a protective shield.
Rod turns around and lifts his right hand. Two bags obstruct my view of his gorgeous face. When I read the name of one of my favorite dessert spots in LA, my eyes light up.
“You stopped by Small Batches?”
He peeks between the bags. “I figured I needed a little ammo to seduce you into listening to me.”
Honey, you don’t need any ammo whatsoever.
“What did you get?”
“Everything we need to make ice cream sandwiches. Your favorites, of course.”
“I’m listening,” I say playfully.
“Two flavors of cookies––chocolate peanut butter and birthday. And two pints of ice cream—cookie monster and popcorn. I even bought wine, and an assortment of cheese and crackers. It would be a crime to watch UTV.com Prime without the perfect set of snacks,” he says, looking down at the canvas bag he’s holding in his other hand.
“You’re a good man,” I smile.
He frowns.
“What?” I ask.
“Are you going to hangout behind the door the whole evening?”
I roll my eyes at him. “Funny.”
“You seem attached to it,” he mocks.
“Let’s put the ice cream in the freezer before it melts,” I suggest.
He laughs and heads toward the kitchen.
