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Chapter Ten
Eva
It’s been a week since Brett and I had sex. It’s also been a week since I’ve heard from him. He hasn’t called or texted, it’s been radio silence. Granted, this is what he’s known for, but I just thought he’d have the balls enough to get in touch with me. I guess even I was just a one night stand to him.
“Eva, I finished cleaning everything up,” my helper Monica says.
“Thanks, you can go now. I’ll see you next week,” I say, putting in the last of my orders in the computer.
When I finish with that, I double check that everything is cleaned up. When I’m satisfied it is, I turn off the lights and walk outside, locking the door behind me. I turn around and my stomach jumps into my throat.
There’s Brett leaning against my car. Tattooed arms crossed and his legs crossed at his ankles. He looks every bit as hot as he did completely naked last week. Who am I kidding, I’d much rather he was standing there naked.
Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I slowly walk toward him. “Hey,” I say, with my heart pounding in my chest.
He lifts his chin, with a small grin on his handsome face. “Hey.”
When I reach him, I fiddle with the keys in my hands. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you,” he says, lifting his big shoulders.
“Obviously, but why?”
He pushes off the car, and runs his hand through his hair. “I’m working on the Nova tomorrow, thought maybe you’d want to help.”
Lifting an eyebrow, I cross my arms. “That’s why you’re here?”
“Well, yeah,” he says.
I need to say something. He doesn’t get it or pretends not to get it, I don’t know which. “So, are we just going to pretend it never happened? Not even talk about it?” My stomach is swimming with nerves when I say it.
“Eva, I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not good at this,” he says, squeezing his neck.
“Good at what?”
“Good at fucking someone and then still wanting to see them, talk to them. I don’t know how to do it,” he says, pacing.
“Well how about you tell me what it meant?” I ask, biting the inside of my lip. I don’t know what I want to hear from him, it all makes me nervous.
He doesn’t say anything for a while, just searches my face. He finally blows out a breath, tilting his head back. “Look, I have no idea. The only thing I know is I already lost one best friend, I don’t want to lose another.” His bright blue eyes crash into mine and he grins. “I’ve missed you.”
“You’ve had a week to call,” I say. That’s what I choose to say instead of acknowledging the fact he just opened up to me.
Moving closer to me, his face much too close to mine, he lifts an eyebrow. “So did you.”
Touche. “Yeah, you’re right. But in my defense, I had no idea if you ever wanted to talk to me again.”
“You could have asked,” he whispers.
He’s still so close. His damn cologne, body heat and those fucking eyes have me under a spell. “I don’t think I wanted to know,” I whisper back.
Clearing his throat, he backs up. “Well, you should have. Of course I still want to talk to you. Last week was fucking amazing, but it changes nothing. We’re still best friends.”
It changes nothing. That is something I can live with, even if I want to be pulling my clothes off right now for him. Friends who had sex once, I can do that. “Okay, what time tomorrow?”
**
Waking up, I stretch and look at my phone. Groaning, I roll onto my side. Just like every night since Brett and I had sex, I slept like shit. The dreams are so real, so vivid. Sex. Sex with Brett. Scrubbing my face, I sit up. I need to stop thinking like this. He’s my friend, nothing more and I need to remember that. He’s no good for me and I’m definitely no good for him.
