His hand moved to the button of my shorts and undid it. “What do you think?”
I grinned.
He was always ready.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom so your dad isn’t subjected to us again.”
He chuckled. His dad had walked in on us in the lounge room once. I’d been horrified, but they’d just carried on like it was an everyday occurrence.
“Okay, angel, start walking then,” he ordered as he turned me to face in the direction I had to move.
We’d almost reached our destination when his phone rang. He groaned as he reached into his jeans for it. I listened to his conversation and realised we wouldn’t be taking care of his erection anytime soon.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he ended the call. “That was Yvette. She needs my help with some stuff.”
I frowned. “You can’t really do anything while you’re recovering.”
“It’s not physical stuff. She’s going through Dad’s shares and tax stuff and needs some help with it. Today’s the only day she has to do it. She’s on her way over here now, so we’ll need to take a raincheck.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Who was I kidding, though? Havoc was not the kind of man who needed to be reminded of promises of sex.
* * *
“Sorry I took up so much of Havoc’s time,” Yvette said to me four hours later. They’d just finished going through everything. Havoc had left us so he could take a call from J outside.
“No worries. I did some work and got some awesome ideas so it was good that you guys took all that time.”
She smiled. It was the first time I’d ever seen her smile. “I love that Havoc has deviated from his usual type with you. I think you’re good for him.”
“What’s his usual type?” Kelly had mentioned this too and I’d been wondering about it ever since.
“He used to always go for blondes with big boobs and hips. You know the type, shallow with no brain cells to speak of. Most of them disliked me and gave him hell for spending time with me. You’re so easy going and encourage him to be with his family. It’s a nice change.”
I suddenly felt inadequate. I had no hips or curves to speak of and my boobs were tiny. And he liked blondes?
I twirled my hair as my throat turned dry.
Why did he even look twice at me?
All my insecurities rushed to the front of my mind. Havoc had never said or done anything to make me question his attraction, but I had confidence issues around being rejected that stemmed from feeling unwanted by my father and being cheated on repeatedly. I’d had counselling sessions over this so I knew where the insecurity came from. As much as I’d tried, though, I’d never been able to permanently kick it to the kerb.
It was all well and good to tell myself to get the fuck over shit, but my mind could be a neurotic bitch over some things and this was one of them. Which sucked, because mostly I was tough as nails. I hated that I struggled with this.
Havoc joined us while I turned all this new information over in my mind. He reached for me and pulled me close with his arm around my waist. “You good?”
“Yes. Why?” I wasn’t good, but he didn’t need to know that. I needed some time to think.
He frowned. “You don’t look okay. You look like you’ve just found out someone died or something bad like that.”
I forced a smile. “No, really, I’m okay.”
His gaze didn’t move from me for a good few moments.
In the end, Yvette interrupted, “I’m out of here, people. I’ve got a hot date and I can’t be late. She’s promised me se—”
Havoc cut her off. “We get the picture, sis.”