Want Me (Mess with Me 4)

“My only goal today is to not have a hangover anymore.”

Also to eat my weight in ice cream. Not that anyone else needs to know about that part.

“Okay. But maybe you could call me sometime? I’d love to… Achoo!”

He tries to cover his mouth but doesn’t make it. I watch in silence as the full spray of his sneeze covers my hand.

And my blueberry muffin.

He sniffles. “So I guess that’s a no on getting your phone number?”

15

LAW

As I approach the door to Anya’s apartment, I shake off the nerves bouncing around my stomach. They’ve been there ever since I got back from my grocery store run to discover she’d already left.

I wasn’t disappointed exactly but more surprised. She’s never been a morning person so I’d anticipated coming back to find her still warm and rumpled, waiting for me. We could have had breakfast together and talked. Either way, I’m here now and hoping that a breakfast burrito from her favorite deli will entice her to let me in.

Going out this morning was a critical mistake. If I’m going to show Anya that we need to get back together, I should have kept her on my turf. Her apartment is an unknown. I’ve only been here a few times over the past two years, mainly to drop her off when her car was in the shop or so she could pick up something she needed before we headed back to my place.

After knocking I stand back to make sure she can see me in the peephole. When she opens the door, her face betrays her surprise.

“What are you doing here?”

Before she can think about it too much, I sweep past her and into the living room. The television is on and there’s a movie playing. Her shoes are kicked off carelessly next to the couch.

“I brought you a breakfast burrito.”

Her eyes narrow on the bag in my hand. “How did you know I was hungry?”

“You’re always hungry.”

I place the food on the small coffee table in front of the couch. Then I hold up the other bag I’m carrying.

“Also you forgot your dress at my house. I figured you might want it.”

Anya takes the small bag containing her dress from my hand with a grateful smile. “Thank you. Considering it’s not even mine, I definitely need it back.”

“You left this morning before I could apologize.”

“For what? Law, I’m the one who should apologize. I ended up taking over your bed.”

“Still, I was sorry to see that you were gone.”

Her eyes drop. “Yeah, I had somewhere else to be.”

The silence becomes uncomfortable as I realize what she means. She had another date. Jealously spreads through my veins in a rush of heat. While I was out buying eggs to make her breakfast, she was rushing off to meet some other guy. I clamp my lips together, not trusting myself not to ruin the moment with angry words

.

Like it or not, Anya has the right to date whoever she wants. I’m not here to contest that. My goal is to show her that dating someone else is useless when we both know they won’t compare to what we already have. Our connection is undeniable and she’ll never get this by swiping left and right on random dudes.

“So anyway, thanks for bringing this by.” She walks toward the door.

Annoyed by her sudden desire to kick me to the curb, I sit on the couch and get comfortable. “Did you hear that we lost the Sayer account?”

“Yeah, I heard Mya talking about it the other day. That sucks.”