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“I already told you I wouldn’t. But why must you need the writing on the wall?” He places his hand on the side of my neck, the gesture coaxing me to look up. You’d think his dark eyes would mirror his soul, but they don’t.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “Maybe I need some stability in my life.”
He tips his cap sideways and brings his forehead to mine as his thumb brushes against my lower lip. “I’m not going anywhere. And I’m not fucking anyone else.”
“Okay,” I mutter. “Okay.”
Goose bumps rise over my arms like a chorus, his words searing through my veins. I try to shove away the memories of him pushing me away after I broke up with Harvey.
“Did you ever sleep with people from work?”
His face is passively hostile when he tells me he never has. Pride swells in my chest, which is stupid, knowing I’ll hurt many people in the process of leaving Harvey.
“So where did you meet girls? Bars?”
He shrugs, and I’m too curious to break the silence, waiting for his elaboration. “Bars, clubs, fundraisers—you name it.”
“So you dated many girls?”
There’s an edge to his voice. “No. After ...” He clears his throat. “I wasn’t into courting women, really.”
“Because dinner takes such effort.” I put some distance between us, but he grabs my hand.
“People annoy me.” While his statement rubs me the wrong way, I can’t help knowing that women at work throw themselves at him because he’s hot, young, and wealthy. “I wanted to fuck without having a relationship. Made things easier.”
“So what do you want with me ... sexually,” I whisper.
“I want to please you.” He grabs my throat from the front, earning a swallow out of me. His eyes narrow into slits, like he’s getting high and hard off something. Then he squeezes my throat before releasing it.
It’s cold outside, but warmth and fire consume my inner body. “I wouldn’t mind spanking your ass ... and your pussy.”
“God, Damon.”
“Would you like that, Red?”
I nod, gulping. “Yeah.”
Uncertainty swims through his eyes as they lock in with mine. A strong emotion crosses his features before it wanes.
“Good. Call me when you’re single.”
His sharp words fuel the cold air whisking around us. He gets up, checking his phone, and just like that I know our evening is done. Damon always decides when time is up, and I’m sick of it.
I don’t push him, don’t say anything as we walk back to the hotel.
Outside our rooms, he simply tells me good night, planting a soft kiss on my lips.
Nothing else. No other words.
Just this distance that I’ve become familiar with—the same with Harv. The distance that I’ve come tohate. I know he has no reason to show me his cards when I’m still with another man.
It’s doing it that will be hard.
Facing Harvey.
Telling him I no longer want to be with him.
That I’m moving out.
