Page 73 of Bad Seed
I’m dangerous.
With a little jerk of my head, I tell her, “Your rice is boiling.”
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
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SADIE
I barely tasted my dinner.He wants me to move in with him?
Aubry looks up from his side of the table, the little fireplace dancing in his eyes. “That was delicious.”
Was it?
I smile meekly, glad that I didn’t poison him. “My mom taught me how to make it,” I say as my brain keeps tumbling the same thoughts over and over.
I can’t move in with him.
We’ve only been dating for two weeks.
But we are dating.
He called me his girlfriend!
And he wants to take me on a beach vacation to Mexico.
And move in with him.
I can’t do it.
Even if this house is gigantic and closer to everything in Loomis than the townhouse out in Rocklin. I wouldn’t have to put up with Olivia’s need to keep every thing in the fridge in plastic. Or her flakiness when it comes to rent.
Not to mention I’d get to wake up every day with a man whose idea of breakfast starts between my legs. Going to bed with him. Making dinners together. Being fucked on the couch, the piano, the kitchen table, that weird sauna thing that doesn’t work.
Everything sounds way too good to be true. And is coming way too fast.
If all of this goes south, I won’t just have a broken heart, I’ll be living on the streets. I can’t do this.
I…
The autumn breeze blows back his button-up. His white undershirt hugs over every muscle and glows in the firelight. Instead of staring intently at me for an answer, he’s scratching his cat that curled up in his lap and refused to move all dinner.
He’s hot.
He’s sweet.
He’s rich.
He’s got a cute cat.
What’s the problem?
“I’m sorry…”
Oh, shit. I slap my hand over my mouth, but it’s too late. He looks up from his purring orange baby. Even as he asks, “For what?” his eyes crinkle in sadness.
