Behind The Book (Sexy 2)

People are trying to get past us to either leave or go to the bathroom, and I don’t want the stares she keeps getting. I’m likely to knock someone’s head off, so I grab her hand and lead her to the couch. I roll my eyes when I see a few people sitting there watching TV. It’s a damn party, who watches TV? I shake my head and lead her to my room. This may be a horrible idea, but as much as I’d love to re

acquaint myself with her body, that’s not going to happen. Well, not tonight.

When we get into my room, I close the door behind us, and she spins in a circle, checking it out. “Holy shit. I’m in your bedroom and it’s nothing like I thought it would be.”

I smile, shaking my head. “You thought about my bedroom?” She smiles at me and winks. This girl is using my own moves on me.

“Maybe. But I need to finish what I was saying because, well, I’ll lose my nerve.” She sits down on the bed and I sit next to her. “I changed my number because I was humiliated.”

“Humiliated about what?”

She snaps her head up to me. “I’m humiliated that I was too afraid to face you after we had sex, to the point of changing my number. I just wanted to hide because I knew you only thought of it as a one-night stand anyway.”

What the fuck? I cover her mouth to stop her from continuing. “How the hell could you think that after everything that happened that night?”

She turns her head and stares out the window. I don’t say anything, I just wait until she’s ready to finish. She clears her throat a few times and stares at me.

“Blake, I don’t remember anything from that night. I remember being at the club and I remember waking up with no clothes on. I’m so sorry.”

Holy shit. I knew she was drunk, but I didn’t think she was drunk to the point of not being able to remember anything. “So, that’s why you left and you’ve been avoiding me? Because you’re embarrassed that you were too trashed to remember the best sex of your life?” She smiles at me and I wink. “Why did you hide? Why didn’t you just stay and ask me?”

She stands up and starts pacing the room. I don’t know if she’s more frustrated with herself or me at this point. “Are you serious? You are my model. I should never have slept with you to begin with, but to have done it and not be able to remember? That’s just humiliating. What did you expect me to do? Wait until you woke up, gave me the pity smile, and sent me on my way? That wasn’t something I was willing to do. I wasn’t going to risk it.”

Oh, now she’s pissing me off. I stand up and block her path so she stops pacing. “You act like you know me well enough to know how I would react.”

She looks up at me and gives me a sad smile. “That’s the point. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.”

I lean a little closer to her face and lock eyes with her. “Whose fault is that?” She takes a step back, the hurt clear on her face. I feel like an asshole, but it just came out. I reach for her and she backs up a little more. “London, please, don’t run again. I didn’t mean that as harsh as I said it. I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head and walks over to the window. “You’re right though, it is my fault. I know who you are, what you do, and I didn’t expect anything. When you tried to get a hold of me, I just wanted to disappear, and so I did.”

I go over and wrap my arm around her chest, pressing my chest against her back. “You don’t know me, but how about we rectify that?” I can feel her breathing more heavily now, so I know I’m having some kind of effect on her.

“Blake, do you really think that’s a good idea? I mean, you are my model,” she whispers.

I grin, even though she can’t see me. “And you are my author.” She giggles and I love that I was the one to make her do that. This is all so fucking new to me, but I feel a connection to her I can’t explain. Yes, I know I sound like Jax, go figure. “How about this? You let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night. We can take it slow, actually get to know each other.” She’s quiet for a while and I don’t know what she’s thinking. Honestly, it’s driving me crazy because I don’t put myself out there, ever.

“Okay.”

I turn her around and grin down at her. “Okay?” She smiles and nods her head. “How about I pick you up at seven o’clock tomorrow?”

“That sounds perfect. Listen, I need to get back out there and see what’s going on with my friend Shannon.”

My eyes widen and I laugh. “Holy shit. Shannon, as in the girl that finally got Brody’s attention?” She laughs and tells me yes. “So that’s how you ended up here.”

“Yes, Brody invited us. Well, actually, Jax invited me, and I told him I couldn’t make it because Shannon was here. When Brody invited us, obviously, I had no idea it was the same party. I was shocked, to say the least.”

I need to make sure to thank Brody for this shit later. “Come on, I’ll go out with you.” We head toward my door, but I stop when my hand hits the handle. I turn and smile at her. “You know, it would be really helpful if I had your new number.”

She blushes and pulls her phone out of her pocket. She asks for my number and I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. I pull it out and program her right away.

“I’ve got you saved,” she says and shows me. I burst out laughing. She saved me under Fucking Foster. This girl is more of a smart-ass than I thought. I like that.

We make our way back outside, and Kallie’s eyes about bug out of her head when she sees us walk out together. I don’t see Brody, so I assume that he and Shannon have gone somewhere to be alone. I’m so damn happy for him. It’s been so long since he has taken this step. Now, I just hope it works with them because if they don’t work, London might tell me to take a hike before we even get anything started.

“London, I was getting worried,” Kallie says, smiling at her but giving me the stink eye.

London sits down next to her and I sit across from Jax. Jax is giving me a grin, and I am already dreading what that will turn into later.