Page 69 of The Game
We have so much more than just sex.
For Christ’s sake, the only thing we’ve even done is kiss, and now she’s telling me all we have is sexual chemistry?
I mean, sure, we do have plenty of that, but there’s so much more to us than that.
“Well, yeah. I thought you would be happy. Isn’t that basically what every guy wants?”
I drag my hand through my hair, not quite believing her words.
Usually, I would be all over a deal like this.
With Sarah, I’m seething because she’s reducing us to just fuck buddies.
“I thought you would have figured out by now that I’m not like every other guy, Sarah. And I definitely don’t appreciate you turning our connection into just sex.”
She stands up as well, her irritation growing.
“Seriously, what do you want then?” she asks, and I corner her against the wall, making sure she’ll hear every word.
“I want it all, Sarah. Waking up with you in my arms, serving you breakfast in bed, exploring the city with you, and having dinner together. Then, we’ll get to the fucking part, and believe me, we’ll spend plenty of time doing that too. But I want more,” I say, my tone firm as I look at her.
She gulps at my words and the closeness as I press into her.
The tension is thick, our emotions running high.
She presses against my chest, and I immediately step back.
“I can’t give you that,” she tells me as she puts more distance between us.
“Why not?” I insist.
“Because you have the power to ruin me. So, you’ll either have to accept what I can give you, or not have me at all,” she whispers, and I feel a hollow sensation in my chest at her words.
Before I have the chance to answer, she beats me to it.
“Just think about it, okay? You don’t have to decide right now. I’ve been thinking about this the whole week, and I really do believe this will be good.”
I want to tell her that I don’t have to think a second about this; the answer is no.
I want more from her.
But then, there is the small voice of hers, saying if I want her at all, this is my only chance.
Can I really let that go?
Even though every fibre of my body is telling me to kiss her, I hold back, determined to make her see that we’re so much more than just a physical connection.
“I’ll see you on Monday,” I tell her before I leave her apartment, with a cluster of thoughts swirling in my head.
Chapter 18
Sarah
Well, that went well.
I’m standing in my tiny apartment, which I’ve never really considered that small before the magnificent Alexander graced it with his presence.
He really does command a room in the best ways.
