Page 46 of His Obsession
I nod my head, feeling ashamed.
“Hey.” She taps my arm. “It’s not your fault. That’s a man’s job.”
“Yeah, that’s what Roman said. Then he … showed me.”
She sits up straight. “You mean … he went down on you?”
I confirm with another nod of my head.
“And did you?”
I smile, feeling the blush spread over my cheeks.
“Girl!” She pushes me in her fit of excitement. I try to save my wine from spilling over. “There you go. See, it was just the men you were with.”
“Yeah. It was … just … wow. But …” I think back to the moment, and it feels like I’m there again. “He told me I should leave right after.”
“He did WHAT?” she barks, then stands up. “That’s it. Take me to his stupid-ass penthouse.”
I grab her arm and force her back into her seat. “No, Jess. We aren’t going anywhere. I’m fine.”
“Really? You’re fine?” she asks doubtfully.
“He literally told me the moment before he kissed me that it meant nothing. I can’t exactly be mad.”
“So, he panicked.” She looks down and laughs to herself.
“What do you mean?”
She picks her head back up. “It’s obvious now. The moment he finished, he realized he liked it way more than he should have. He wanted to do more. He felt something and freaked out.”
That’s exactly what I wondered. I proceed to tell her all about how jealous he got the next morning when I was laughing with Drew.
“Yep. He’s got it bad for you. What do you want though?”
What do I want? I haven’t exactly stopped to think about it. “I’m not sure. I like him.”
“Despite him being a complicated mess of a man?”
I shrug. “Do you think I’m crazy?”
“Not at all. If that’s what you want. Just be careful. I don’t want to see you getting hurt.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. He clearly has no interest in taking it any further. He’s been avoiding me.”
“I have a feeling that won’t last much longer.”
My irresponsible heart flutters in my chest when she says that. I’m not going to hold my breath. I know he doesn’t want a relationship. I’d be stupid to let it go any further, even if he could do things to my body no one else could. Right?
Chapter Seventeen
Roman
Ipark my car in the garage at my penthouse. Another Tuesday night at Ma’s. I look at the leftovers sitting on my passenger seat. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen Eva. Has the distance helped me stop thinking about her?
Not. At. All.
Every single day, I hope to run into her in the lobby of the building. I find myself spraying an extra bit of cologne and making sure my hair is in place, just in case I see her.
