Page 66 of More Than Chemical
“Sorry.” I lifted my palm away from him. “There are some things I just can’t handle.”
He kept smiling. “Are you jealous of Buford Hall’s gossip queen?”
“No. Never.” I rubbed my hands together. “Well, maybe.”
He put his hand on my thigh. “I didn’t sleep with her.”
Whew. Turns out the thought of it made me want to gag.
“What happened was she had a thing for me and I knew it.” He paused. “And this is the part where I admit I was a prick. I sort of led her on. I didn’t really mean to, but I didn’t quash her fixation either.”
I slipped off my jacket, reached for his hand, and put it back on my thigh.
“Needless to say, one night she was all over me, and I ended up hanging out with a different girl. It was a dick move, I know, but I thought it was a way to make her understand that I wasn’t interested without having to tell her. Now Sandra despises me.”
“But you still haven’t answered my question.”
“Oh. Sorry, no. The answer is no. How would I have thought about someone else that night when all I was thinking about was my next move with you?”
“Your next move, huh?” I threaded my fingers through his. “What was your next move?”
“Reconnaissance.”
“When you asked Jay if I was dating him?”
He nodded.
I smiled. “Then what?”
“Do you really think us talking in the laundry room was an accident?”
“It wasn’t?” The pitch of my voice rose. I hadn’t expected him to say that.
He shook his head. “I wasn’t going to leave things to chance.”
“I thought guys didn’t get worked up about that kind of stuff.” I squinted.
“We don’t, but we do understand the concept of making our own luck.”
From the futon, Dallas tossed both of our jackets onto his desk. He picked up his computer and opened it. “You want to pick out a movie to watch?”
I stilled. “A movie?”
No. There was one thing that was going to happen in this room right now, and it had nothing to do with a tomato-meter or popcorn.
He glanced at me.
“Um…” I said.
He grinned, setting his computer back down. “You don’t want to watch a movie, do you?”
“No.” My heart pumped, and my feet numbed.
He closed the distance between us. “Me neither.”
His mouth was on me, and I slid my arms around his neck. I hadn’t realized it, but he’d taken his shoes off when he entered the room, and I still had my boots on.
I tried my best to kick them off, but they were the kind that zipper up.
