can’t tell if it’s a question.
“I know nothing of the sort. He’s asked me out a few times, it’s not a big deal,” I answer as I slam my hand against the elevator button with all of the pent up aggression I am feeling.
“It kind of is a big deal, babe. Like a sexual harassment-position-of-power-lawsuit kind of deal.”
“He’s never pressured me.”
“Not yet.”
“Would you just shut up already?” I huff.
“I don’t like him,” he states and when I look over at him I see that his face is locked in an angry grimace.
“You don’t have to like him.”
“I’m going to have to keep my eye on that guy,” he mutters to himself as I step into the elevator in front of him.
“You do that,” I answer rudely. We ride down to the lobby in silence and I walk him out to the front doors. I’m about to say goodbye when he pulls me into a hug.
“There’s a reason I came by. I want you to come tubing with us on the Guadalupe this weekend.”
“I work Saturday but considering that you’re a stalker-in-training you probably already know that.”
“You work at night and we are tubing in the daytime. It will be a handful of friends and a few guys from the team. The weather is supposed to be good. It’ll be fun,” he says and he looks so eager that it warms my heart a little bit.
“If I say yes will you go and take your beer with you?” I ask and he looks up to the ceiling as if he’s considering.
“Okay, if you say yes I’ll go peacefully.”
“Fine, yes. I’ll go tubing with you on Saturday as friends ,” I stress the last part and he holds up his hands in surrender.
“As friends,” he repeats back in a sexy voice that sends a shiver down my spine. How he has the power to do that to me with mere words I’ll never understand. I let my head fall back and sigh as he walks away.
“I’ll take this beer with me babe, but there’s something you should know.”
“Yeah?” I challenge. “What’s that?”
“I’ll be drinking a bottle of this in your bed in less than twenty-four hours.” He winks at me as he pushes open the glass double doors and leaves me gaping after him.
Cocky son-of-a-bitch.
Chapter 6
I’m so emotionally and physically exhausted by the time I get home from work and I’m looking forward to doing nothing more than throwing on some sweats and watching re-runs of Sons of Anarchy so I immediately tense up when I see Matty sitting on my sofa with my favorite pair of heels in his hands.
“We’re going out,” he says, tossing the shoes in my direction but I don’t move an inch and they hit the wall behind me.
“I am not going anywhere for at least another twelve to twenty-four hours.”
“The thing is…” he continues, dropping his eyes to the carpet. “I kind of promised Leigh that you’d be there.”
“Be where, exactly?”
“The Terminal,” he answers.
“No way!” I shout, placing my hands on my hips. The Terminal is one of Austin’s most trendy nightclubs featuring some of the best DJs in the country and it is always shoulder to shoulder no matter what day of the week it is. It is also one-hundred-percent not my scene and the last time they dragged me out to one of these house-music horror shows I spent the whole time against the wall watching frat boys with popped collars thrust their pelvises in the air. “I’d rather poke my eyes out.”
“Carm, please, please pretty please? I need to get out. This Kyle thing is just…” he trails off and I know he’s serious if he’s bringing out the big guns. Matty isn’t one for guilt trips so the fact that he’s even going in that direction tells me this is important to him.
“But why did you have to promise Leigh that I’d be there? The two of you can go,” I whine.
“She is convinced that you need to get out there and start living your life and I agree with her. You can’t hide in here forever, honey.” Matt comes over to where I’m standing and pulls me into his arms. “Just this
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