Page 30 of Play of Love
“I want you,” he slurred.
“Okay, let me go slip into something more comfortable.”
He looked happy to hear that. I slid off the desk when he released me. Josh watched until I turned the corner by the potted palm trees.
Once I did, instead of going up the stairs like he thought I took off through the door and left the house, heeding Zelda’s warning to run like hell if he ever grabbed my ass. Too bad he did more than that.
* * *
“What happened to you? The sandwich is all soggy now.” Hilda grimaced, motioning over to my poor sandwich on the plate, which did indeed look flat and sodden. It still smelled great though.
“You look all flustered,” Gabriella noted. “Why is your face so red?”
My face? I was surprised my whole body hadn’t turned lobster red with embarrassment. I spent the journey here questioning my sanity, and my actions. What was the matter with me? Why did I behave like that with Josh? Of all the men I could have allowed to touch me like that, why him? There really was just one answer. I’d gone crazy.
I made my way around to the seat they’d left out for me and sunk into it. I had to catch my breath.
“Yes, you look very flustered indeed.” Hilda giggled.
I pulled in a breath and on release I told them what happened.
“Dias Mios. I knew he liked you.” Hilda pointed at me. “It was all that sexual tension. What was it like?” Hilda asked with a saucy glint in her eyes.
I widened my eyes and glared at her. “What was what like?”
She leaned in closer and said, “sex with him.”
“I didn’t do anything. I ran like hell.”
“Really?” Hilda inclined her head and stared at me in disbelief.
Gabriella swatted her hand and shook her head at her. “Hilda, you bad girl.”
“Yes, I am, and there’s no way I would say no. What are you going to do when you go back?”
“I can’t go back today. There’s no way.” No, I couldn’t.
“SoIhave to go back to him? With his sex-crazed self?” Hilda glared at me.
“You just said you’d be fine with that whole thing.” Gabriella pointed out.
“I can’t now, he’s her guy.”
“He’s not my guy.” I argued. “And, I’m nowhere closer to where I need to be. Everything is a mess.”
This was not good at all. It was a disaster.
I had lunch, went back to my apartment, and decided on a new strategy.
At six a.m. the next day when I went in Josh’s room, I prayed to God in his high Heaven that today would be better than yesterday.
The glass of ice cold water I carried was myjust in case, the weapon I’d use on him to wake him up. He was passed out again in his usual pose, again with the bottle.
“Josh, wake up.” Nothing, not even a flinch. “Josh.” I shook his arm.
“Go away, it’s far too early. Get out,” he grumbled.
“Josh I’m going to give you to the count of three to get the hell up.”
