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When she stopped barraging me with angry punches, she stretched and yawned. “So we have a saboteur at the theater. I wonder if his name is Erik.”
“Erik?”
She gave me a polite smile, which made me wince. I’d missed something.
“It’s a theater joke,” she explained.
I shrugged. “I just run the equipment. My knowledge of musicals is pretty fucking shallow.”
“I’ll remember that the next time we’re playing never have I ever.” She nodded. “In any case, don’t go taking the blame to Atkins. Dorian and I can tell him what we heard. That, plus your missing wrench, might convince him.”
“We’ll see,” I muttered. I was already resigned to my fate. Atkins would need to make an example out of somebody, and I was the easy choice.
I tried to think of something witty to disarm the mood, but before I could, Nadia stood and stretched again. “I’m heading to bed. Goodnight, Canadian scum.”
“’Night, uncultured American.”
I watched her hourglass frame saunter through the kitchen and toward the stairs, wondering if I should have done more.
19
Nadia
I was leaving the kitchen automatically, not really thinking about what I was doing. One moment I was yawning and looking at my empty drink, and the next moment I was saying goodnight.
I realized I wanted him to follow me. To keep the party going upstairs. But he’d stayed in the dining room, and I was leaving.
I walked upstairs as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake the others. One flight, then another, then finally the last flight to the floor with our two bedrooms. There was still a layer of salt on me from rehearsal and my shift at the bar, so I hopped in the shower until I felt clean. I wrapped my towel around me when I was done, wondering if I’d see him in the hall. But Ryan wasn’t there, and his door was still open and empty.
Guess he preferred to keep drinking.
I went into my room and closed the door. I knew I was being stupid. I could bluntly tell him what I wanted, and we could share a bed rather than a drink. But I wasn’t sure if I was ready to make the first move with him. Ryan had been reluctant to choose me for their strange Tinder proposition, so I wanted him to be the one to initiate things.
Something more than just flirting.
I still didn’t have pajamas or any other clothes moved over to the townhouse, so I put on my coat over my bra and panties and went back to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I came out, I found Ryan standing in his doorway.
“Reached your drunk limit?” I asked.
He shrugged one massive shoulder underneath his tank top. “For tonight. What you told me made me feel better about my situation. How you and Dorian heard a noise in the catwalks.”
“The power of positive thinking,” I said with a smile.
We lingered in our respective doorways a moment.
Then Ryan raised three fingers.
“Never have I ever eaten out a dancer before,” he said softly.
I tingled at the bluntness, and the offer. I raised three fingers of my own. “Never have I ever sucked-off a redhead.”
He grinned. “Never have I ever fucked my roommate.”
Before I could make a joke about him trying to fuck one of the guys, he crossed the hallway and enveloped me in his arms. He lifted me effortlessly, kicking closed the bedroom door behind him.
His lips immediately went to my neck, kissing that sensitive place. I moaned and craned my neck as he carried me to the bed, dropping me on the mattress. I ran my hands along his back and into his silky auburn hair, then grabbed a handful and pulled his head over to my lips.
But he pulled back and gave me an evil grin. “One ground rule. No kissing.”
