Chapter Twenty-One
Tess
I wasn’t a fool.
I understood what happened between a man and woman.
I had felt an attraction to men before.
Not a fool at all.
But. BUT, wow.
Wow, with a capital W.
Kissing Zag was so much more than I had ever imagined being.
I had read books and watched some raunchy porn, but none of that was even close to the ecstasy I felt when Zag had his hands on my body and his lips on mine.
Nothing was better.
Well, I’m sure there were better things to come since Zag had put some boundaries on what we were doing.
He kept telling me we were staying on first base for a while.
We have been on first base for a week now.
I was ready to start rounding the bases to something a little more.
We had fallen into a perfect routine. Well, for the most part, it was perfect. I tried to get him to sleep in my bed with me, but he refused me every night.
From all of the romance novels I had read in my twenty-eight years, it had always been the woman who played hard to get, but it seemed to be reversed for me.
Zag wasn’t giving up the goods. At least not as fast as I wanted.
“Dinner is on the way over.”
I looked up from my computer at Zag, who was standing in the doorway to my office. “Dinner?” I glanced at the clock and saw it was only three-thirty. “It’s it a l-l-little early for dinner?” We had just had lunch two hours ago.
Zag folded his arms over his chest. “Uh, well, when I say dinner is on the way over, I mean Meg is coming.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “And some of the guys.”
“Um.” I didn’t know what to say. Zag and I had been in our own little bubble the past few days, and I had barely thought of anyone outside of the walls of the house.
“She called me after lunch and wondered if she could come visit and make dinner.”
“And you said y-y-yes?”
“Well, the thing with Meg is when she asks you something, she already has the answer in her head. She just asks as more of a heads up. You don’t get to say no,” he explained.
My stomach rolled, and I closed my eyes.
“And when I say dinner is on the way over, I mean she just pulled into the driveway.”
My eyes snapped open, and I jumped up from my desk. “What?” I shouted. “You c-c-can’t be s-s-s-s-s–.”
“Hello!”
“I am so sorry, babe.” He hollered down the hallway, “I’ll be right there, Meg.” He stepped into my office and closed the door.
“Zag,” I hissed. “What is g-g-g-g–. I d-d-d-d–. AHHH!” I couldn’t even get a word out.
Zag rounded the desk and wrapped me in her arms. “Shh, baby. I didn’t know she was coming until she called me from the driveway.”
“Why?” That seemed to be the only word I could get out.
“I’ll tell her to leave, babe. I should have told her no.”
“You said no one t-t-t-tells her no,” I shouted. I had gone from daydreaming at my desk about rounding the bases with Zag, and now I was near having a panic attack because Meg and his motorcycle club had just descended upon my house.
“I will today.”
My eyes bugged out. “And what is going to happen when you t-t-t-t-t–.” Goddammit! “I can’t t-t-t-talk to your p-p-p-p-p–.” I wildly pointed at my mouth and shook my head. I was not going anywhere near Meg or any of Zag’s friends. I would make a fool of not only myself but also Zag.
Nope.
Not going to happen.