Page 58 of His Little Secret in Discretion
Standing up, I leaned against the counter with a sigh. “I’m in my kitchen now.”
“Still not an answer.”
“You need help.”
“Probably,”he muttered.“Give me something I can work with, Sunshine.”
“Fine… I’ll make a sandwich,” I mumbled, opening the fridge just to stare blankly at the sad shelves.
“On second thought, open your door.”
Chapter twenty-two
Maia
“On second thought, open your door,”he said abruptly, and I furrowed my eyebrows. A few seconds later, I heard footsteps outside my door before three lazy knocks.
I froze. “Blaine.”
“Open. Your. Door,”he said, voice warm and smug like he was already picturing the expression on my face.
I padded over, heart pounding, and peeked through the peephole. Sure enough, there he was, leaning casually against the doorframe in a dark button-up, sleeves rolled to his forearms, like it was normal for him to pop up like this.
I opened the door a sliver. “What are you doing here?”
He smirked. “You didn’t call, so I got in my car and drove. I have take-out on the way as we speak.”
“This is not how normal people work.”
“Good thing I’m not normal. You’d be the first to know that fact, Sunshine.” He smiled his billion-dollar smile, and I held the door still as he looked me up and down through the crack. “Are you going to let me in?”
I hesitated.
Mostly because I knew the second I let him in, I’d let him get closer than I was ready for.
Closer to the truth. Closer to what was still sitting beneath my sink. Closer tome.
But he was already here. And part of me… the dumb, lonely, exhausted part, wanted him here.
I stepped back.
The door creaked open, and Blaine stepped inside like he’d been here a hundred times before. His eyes fully gazing over my attire, and I immediately felt small with the flimsy shorts I just so happened to wear tonight.
I watched as he walked, filling up the room with his overwhelming presence before he sat on my couch, manspreading his legs enough to make the cushions look smaller under him.Obviously he just came from the office, so it's expected that his work clothes will be a little more disheveled than normal. But that paired with his musky mahogany scent…Oh, I wanted to jump him.
He patted his thighs twice, a silent invitation to make myself comfortable, I suppose. I went over silently, straddling his lap as I tried to ignore the fluttering in my lower stomach. His hands slowly caressed my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine as I rested my hands against his chest.
“Tell Daddy what's wrong,” he murmured.
I could only roll my eyes. “You’re insufferable…” I groaned before I shrugged softly, feeling his abs through his shirt mindlessly. “Just had a long day.”
“A long day, huh?” he repeated, his voice all-knowing as his thumbs dragged lazy circles against the inside of my thighs.
I nodded, pretending I didn’t notice the way his gaze dropped to my lips… then lower.
“You know… it's not hard to see that something’s digging into that pretty little head of yours and making you shut me out.” Mylips parted, but no words came out. “You know you can tell me… if something’s going on.” His eyes reached mine again, and by the tone of his voice, it was almost as if he knew exactly what had happened already.
“I know,” I breathed. “I know that.”
