I enter the elevator along with her. “What the hell was that?”
She avoids me, staring at the doors. Pretending I don’t exist.
“Morgan.” I pull her arm toward me. “I don’t get you.”
“Like I said, you don’t need to get me.”
I’m fucking frustrated that we’re back to square one, despite me thinking we were moving forward. “Are we back here again? You acting like a goddamn bitch on some power trip?”
Quick, and with a vengeful stare, she tightens her lips as her cheeks flush with anger. “I need to go,” is all she says.
“You always need to go. You always need to be somewhere else. Why won’t you make time for me? The man standing here, right in front of you.”
Something changes, her eyes pleading with me to understand. But understand what? I don’t know how to fucking read her. She places her hands on my chest—the electricity between us is undeniable.
I pull back, surprising myself. “No, Morgan. I’m not going to touch you anymore. I fucking want you. In my bed. Now,” I tell her with complete and brutal honesty. “No more games. I’m laying my cards on the table. You can see them. Until you show me yours, I’m not going to touch you.”
She releases a disturbing laugh, increasing my anger. “That’s not possible.”
“Sounds like you’re the one panicking?”
The doors to the elevator open, and inside the lobby, a few of the staff are casually standing around having a conversation. They notice us, say hello, then continue to converse amongst themselves.
“You know what, Noah? I can’t do this, whatever it is.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re a player. Women want you. In the restaurants, at the workplace, calling you on your desk phone,” she says in a frustrated tone, then continues quickly, “I want you. But I don’t have the time for this. Goodbye.” And with her harsh words, she exits the building, leaving me alone.
This isn’t goodbye.
I’ll make damn sure it isn’t.
Chapter Sixteen
Three days have passed and I haven’t heard a word from her.
Presley mentioned, in passing, that they had met for lunch. But that was all. She could tell I was fishing for more information, but I couldn’t let my pride interfere with work.
The both of us needed time to cool off after our heated argument. I just can’t understand how a woman—so frustratingly beautiful and stubborn—can affect me so much. I struggle to sleep and my appetite is minimal, even adopting Kate’s terrible habit of checking my cell a thousand times a day.
I’ve kept Kate out of this problem, not wanting to highlight Morgan’s dislike for our friendship. Charlie’s been busy with an important court case, so I barely see her at home. It’s only Lex around. He’s taken a couple of days off to work from home.
“What’s she done now?” he questions, watching me on the couch absently channel surfing. I find myself stuck on some show about renovating a house in England.
I let out a grunt, it’s barely a response.
“Let me guess? She won’t fuck you. Doing that annoying thing that women do… the cat and mouse chase.”
I laugh, he’s on point. “Yep.”
“Let her go. C’mon, you’re in LA, there’s plenty of women out here.”
“You’re right. It’s not like we’re in a relationship.”
But I can’t let it go.
It eats away at me how she can so easily walk away.