said, holding out her hands.
“May I come in?”
“Sure,” she said, not wanting him to, but feeling she had to let him anyway. She accepted the bottle.
Blake walked inside, while Kennedy went and got two glasses. In her mind, she tried to picture herself telling him that she was tired and not feeling up for wine and conversation, but couldn’t quite bring herself to actually speak the words.
Blake stuffed his hands in his pockets and ambled over to the kitchen. “I can open it if you’d like,” he said.
“No, I can do it,” she replied, suddenly not wanting Blake to do anything for her.
Ever since his angry reaction to the fight that didn’t quite happen with those young men, Kennedy found that her entire opinion of Blake had altered. Maybe it wasn’t fair to judge him based on just that one poor showing, but she did anyway.
Kennedy poured each of them a small glass, not even filling hers half way.
“Cheers,” Blake said, clinking glasses.
“Cheers.” She raised her glass and sipped. The wine wasn’t very good either—
she restrained herself from grimacing as the aftertaste hit her tongue.
Blake sighed. “So, what’s new, Kennedy? Are you looking for work yet?”
“No,” she said, a bolt of annoyance rushing through her. She didn’t like the way Blake was staring at her apartment, smugly holding his wine glass and seeming to ask personal questions as if it was his right to know.
You’re not my boyfriend, Blake , she thought.
He glanced at her. “Well what’s the plan?”
“I don’t know,” she said, swirling the red wine around in her glass. “Probably just going to read a book and go to sleep.”
He chuckled. “I meant as far as everything with your job and Eaton and Nicole and the rest of it.”
“It’s Easton,” she said, and her tone was a little harsher than perhaps was warranted.
Blake raised his eyebrows. “Sorry, I didn’t know you cared so much how I pronounced his name. Kennedy, the guy treated you like dirt.”
“He didn’t treat me like dirt.” Kennedy put her glass down and walked past him.
“You seem angry with me. Did I do something wrong?”
She ran a hand through her still wet hair. “I’m just tired,” she said. “I was taking a bath when you knocked and I guess I’m a little frazzled.”
Blake scratched his nose, then wiped at his lips. “I feel like we’ve been on the wrong foot ever since I lost my temper with you.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “Really, I think I’m just tired. I probably shouldn’t have even answered the door.”
He blanched. “Wow. Okay.” He shook his head and put his wine glass down.
“Look, I’ll go.”
Then she felt awful, seeing how rejected and forlorn he looked. “No, don’t…Blake, I’m sorry for being rude. Really, I didn’t mean it. Finish your wine, at least.”
He turned to her. “I like you, Kennedy.”
“I like you too.”
He stepped forward. “The thing is, I feel I’ve been patient but I’m not getting any signs about how you feel towards me. Are you interested in your boss still?”
“Of course not,” Kennedy said, her response purely instinctive. The thought of what she’d been doing in the bathtub prior to Blake knocking made her almost laugh out loud like an insane person.
“I hope you’re not,” Blake said. “Because the thought of you letting that jerk use you that way makes me sick.”
“I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. I haven’t even spoken to him.”
Not for lack of trying though.
Suddenly, Blake reached out and caressed her cheek. “You deserve so much more than him,” he said softly. His eyes were soft as he leaned forward to kiss her.
Kennedy put her hands out and stopped him, his chest pressing against her palms as she moved away from the unwanted kiss.
“Blake, I don’t…”
“Shit, I’m an idiot,” he whispered, backing away. His face was pale. “That was obviously not something you wanted from me.”
“I’m just in a weird
“May I come in?”
“Sure,” she said, not wanting him to, but feeling she had to let him anyway. She accepted the bottle.
Blake walked inside, while Kennedy went and got two glasses. In her mind, she tried to picture herself telling him that she was tired and not feeling up for wine and conversation, but couldn’t quite bring herself to actually speak the words.
Blake stuffed his hands in his pockets and ambled over to the kitchen. “I can open it if you’d like,” he said.
“No, I can do it,” she replied, suddenly not wanting Blake to do anything for her.
Ever since his angry reaction to the fight that didn’t quite happen with those young men, Kennedy found that her entire opinion of Blake had altered. Maybe it wasn’t fair to judge him based on just that one poor showing, but she did anyway.
Kennedy poured each of them a small glass, not even filling hers half way.
“Cheers,” Blake said, clinking glasses.
“Cheers.” She raised her glass and sipped. The wine wasn’t very good either—
she restrained herself from grimacing as the aftertaste hit her tongue.
Blake sighed. “So, what’s new, Kennedy? Are you looking for work yet?”
“No,” she said, a bolt of annoyance rushing through her. She didn’t like the way Blake was staring at her apartment, smugly holding his wine glass and seeming to ask personal questions as if it was his right to know.
You’re not my boyfriend, Blake , she thought.
He glanced at her. “Well what’s the plan?”
“I don’t know,” she said, swirling the red wine around in her glass. “Probably just going to read a book and go to sleep.”
He chuckled. “I meant as far as everything with your job and Eaton and Nicole and the rest of it.”
“It’s Easton,” she said, and her tone was a little harsher than perhaps was warranted.
Blake raised his eyebrows. “Sorry, I didn’t know you cared so much how I pronounced his name. Kennedy, the guy treated you like dirt.”
“He didn’t treat me like dirt.” Kennedy put her glass down and walked past him.
“You seem angry with me. Did I do something wrong?”
She ran a hand through her still wet hair. “I’m just tired,” she said. “I was taking a bath when you knocked and I guess I’m a little frazzled.”
Blake scratched his nose, then wiped at his lips. “I feel like we’ve been on the wrong foot ever since I lost my temper with you.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “Really, I think I’m just tired. I probably shouldn’t have even answered the door.”
He blanched. “Wow. Okay.” He shook his head and put his wine glass down.
“Look, I’ll go.”
Then she felt awful, seeing how rejected and forlorn he looked. “No, don’t…Blake, I’m sorry for being rude. Really, I didn’t mean it. Finish your wine, at least.”
He turned to her. “I like you, Kennedy.”
“I like you too.”
He stepped forward. “The thing is, I feel I’ve been patient but I’m not getting any signs about how you feel towards me. Are you interested in your boss still?”
“Of course not,” Kennedy said, her response purely instinctive. The thought of what she’d been doing in the bathtub prior to Blake knocking made her almost laugh out loud like an insane person.
“I hope you’re not,” Blake said. “Because the thought of you letting that jerk use you that way makes me sick.”
“I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. I haven’t even spoken to him.”
Not for lack of trying though.
Suddenly, Blake reached out and caressed her cheek. “You deserve so much more than him,” he said softly. His eyes were soft as he leaned forward to kiss her.
Kennedy put her hands out and stopped him, his chest pressing against her palms as she moved away from the unwanted kiss.
“Blake, I don’t…”
“Shit, I’m an idiot,” he whispered, backing away. His face was pale. “That was obviously not something you wanted from me.”
“I’m just in a weird
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