Reasonable Doubt: Volume 2 (Reasonable Doubt 2)
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Our eyes met in the mirror as he smoothed my hair, and for a split second he turned away—to pick up my headband. He gently held it over my head and slid it into place, and then he walked away.
“You know, it’s rude to just leave someone after sex without saying anything,” I muttered.
“What?” His hand was on the doorknob.
“Nothing.”
“What did you say?” He cocked his head to the side. “I’m not a mind reader.”
“I said it’s rude to just leave after you f**k me. You could at least say something, anything.”
“I don’t do pillow talk.”
“It’s not pillow talk.” I scoffed. “It’s part of being a gentleman.”
“I never said I was a gentleman.”
I sighed and turned around. I waited to hear the door close, but his hands were suddenly on my waist and he was spinning me around to face him.
“What am I supposed to say after I f**k you, Aubrey?”
“You could ask if it was good for me or not...”
“I don’t believe in asking pointless questions.” He looked at his watch. “How long do you have to stay here?”
“Another hour or so.”
“Hmmm.” He was quiet. “And while you were stalking me and my date how many shots did you have?”
“I wasn’t stalking you and your date. I’ve been avoiding you all week, or haven’t you noticed?”
“How many?”
“Five.”
“Okay.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ll take you home whenever you’re ready and have someone deliver your car to your apartment tomorrow.” He planted a kiss on my forehead before heading to the door. “Just call me.”
“Wait,” I said as he opened it. “What about your date?”
“What about her?”
***
An hour later, I slipped inside of Andrew’s car—a sleek black Jaguar. He held the door open until I was comfortable, and waited until I put on my seatbelt before shutting it.
On his dashboard, I spotted a red folder with a New York state seal on its center. I picked it up, but Andrew immediately took it from me and locked it inside his glove box.
He looked offended that I’d touched it, but he quickly turned away from me and revved up the car.
“Can I ask you something, Andrew?”
“Depends on what it is.”
“I googled you this week and nothing came up...”
“That’s not a question.”
“Why didn’t anything come up?” I looked over at him.