I'm so messed up right now that I want to hear her spell it out to me. I want to hear her tell me that she thought we were going to fuck. I want her to say that she thought I was going to drop to my knees and eat her out before I turned her around and took her hard against that wall.
"We're on the same page," I pause, trying to think of a way to salvage this.
Her eyes flash up to mine. "I think you should go."
"Change your plans and go out with me tonight, Falon," I say, straightening my stance. "We can do whatever you want. We can go to any restaurant in the city or I'll order something in."
"You're inviting me to your apartment?"
This woman is as stone faced as they come. I can't read anything in her tone or in the way her eyes are studying my face. I'm already chiding myself for not ripping her clothes off when I had the chance.
"I am," I say it with all the exuberance of a teenager asking a girl out for the very first time. "We can eat whatever you want."
She hesitates. "I can't c
hange my plans and tomorrow I'm going to Brooklyn to see my folks."
I'm not used to getting shot down like this. I can take rejection. It's part and parcel of trying to make it in the music industry but when a woman that I'm craving tells me she's not into me, that's an entirely different kind of dismissal.
"What's going on tonight?"
She shakes her head slightly, her gaze sliding over to the door of her studio. "I have a date, Asher. I can't see you tonight because I have a date."
CHAPTER 13
Falon
"You know that I would have completely understood if you wanted to cancel so you could bang Asher Foster." She laughs. "I would have cancelled on Jason's birthday dinner myself for a piece of that."
I grin at my best friend Maya. I haven't shut up about my afternoon with Asher since I got to her apartment. We were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago for the restaurant but I've been spent the last thirty minutes whining about how he pulled back. "Jason wouldn't be into that. He doesn't seem like the type who is down for an open relationship, Maya."
"He doesn't even like an open bathroom door when he's taking a shower." She rolls her eyes. "He has some hang-ups. I'm not going to argue that point but he's gorgeous and he's hung. I mean the man has a huge penis."
I cover my ears and close my eyes in mock disgust as I sit on the edge of her bed. "I told you that I don't want to know about what's inside Jason's pants. That's your business."
"It's my neighbor's business now too," she admits. "They were banging on the wall again last night when he was drilling me."
I cock both brows. "You need to learn how to shut up during sex or you're going to be homeless."
"You'd let me move in with you if I got the boot from this place. I know you wouldn't leave me out in the cold."
"It's a million degrees outside right now," I tease as I smooth my hands over the skirt of the red dress I'm wearing. "Besides, there's no room in my place for me, you and Jason's massive dick."
"I knew you were interested in it."
I giggle. "Tell me about this guy you've set me up with."
I wait for her to respond as I watch her apply another coat of mascara to her long lashes. Maya is one of the most beautiful people I've ever known. Her black hair is cut into a sleek bob, her blue eyes are always rimmed with just the right amount of liner. Tonight she's wearing a little black dress that fits her like a tight glove. She's curvy, vivacious and a master at making everyone in a room feel at ease.
We met right after I moved to Manhattan. I literally ran into her on a street corner near my place and since then, we've been the best of friends. She always says that it was fate that brought us to that corner, the day before our shared birthday.
Her strong belief in the power of the universe to give her anything she hopes for convinced her that we were meant to cross paths. I, the more skeptical of our dynamic duo, wasn't buying it but I was grateful to find a friendly face the same age as me.
She works in real estate which has helped my business tremendously. I've done headshots for all the brokers in her office as well as a few location shoots for apartments hitting the rental market. She's a fantastic work contact and an even better best friend.
"He's no Jason or Asher Foster." She turns and winks at me. "I don't know Tony all that well. He's Jason's friend but he seems cool."
"Cool?"