He eyes me from head to toe and my blood runs cold at the calculating expression in his eyes.
He needs to get that I’m not digging some thrill of the chase game here, looking for him to put effort into getting me into bed. This is not that.
“You’re so up your ass with your Texas, no Siberia-sized ego that you can’t conceive of the notion that I don’t like you. I don’t want you. I don’t care about your looks, your expensive stupid motorcycle, or your bank account. You’ve shown me your insides and they are butt-ugly. So, get the hell out of my room and stop thinking I like your games. I hate them. I work for your company. I’d really like to keep doing that. Please, just leave me the hell alone outside work hours. And stop screwing with me at work. Let me do the job you are paying me to do. That’s it. That’s all.”
I sweep my hands in an ‘all done’ gesture and fold my arms across my chest.
He stares at me a beat. I can see his wheels turning. Maybe he finally gets that I want nothing to do with him. Please get it. Please do not be plotting your next move.
“Can you go now? I have to get dressed. I have plans with Ally and Meryl.”
He looks at me thoughtfully for a beat.
I look at him with all my emotions on my face. I look at him like I have zero respect for him. Like I want zero to do with him.
He turns, and goes.
Maybe I got through to him.
Hopefully.
I lock my bedroom door and go to my closet, so I can pick out an outfit for tonight. Screw it. Maybe I’ll buy something with my Amex gift card.
28
AIDEN
She thinks I’m a piece of shit. I should not give a fuck.
But, I do. And that’s not a great feeling.
I text Ally.
“Pinky, help me out here. What are you girls up to today?”
I go to my room and flop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling, waiting for her to answer me.
I have a whole lot of shit swirling in my head right now. Audra’s bullshit. Wondering about the phone cloning. Thinking about the paternity results being a weight off m
y shoulders. Thinking about my Dad being diagnosed with prostate cancer. I know he said it was caught early, but what if it wasn’t early enough?
And Carly. Carly in her ridiculous cartoon pajamas getup. With built-in tiger feet. And a coiled tail. So angry at me, fire in those pretty eyes, storming through the apartment with that ridiculous tail bouncing up and down.
And as funny as it was, I wanted to rip that ridiculous thing off her and bury myself so deep I might get lost and never get found again.
Why? Why did I want her so much? I wasn’t accustomed to women turning me down, okay, but it wasn’t just that. I wanted her smiles and giggles aimed at me. Something about a chick in a Tigger suit yelling at me was hilarious and cute as fuck. I want to know more about what makes her tick.
I’d heard her fight with her ex on the phone the other night and after that scene with Sienna, it just hit me in the gut. She’d been loyal to an asshat of a guy who’d fucked her over and now he was seeing what he’d lost, obviously, so trying to get her back. I had no idea what loyalty from a woman was like. Other than my sister. And Suki, our nanny.
Carly was loyal. She’d shown loyalty to her former coworkers by her reaction in the boardroom on the first day.
I sought out her social media accounts the other day and scrolled through and saw she had a big group of friends all cheering her on for her new adventures. She wasn’t from money. She also didn’t seem out to take, like a lot of bitches I knew who’d eat it up if I dropped a few hundred dollars bills in front of them. She only took what she felt I’d taken without asking.
She’s got sass, but it’s not for the sake of coming off as one of those self-described bitches.
I’m not saying I want something serious. I just want to fuck her, get her to submit, get this craving out of my system.
Or, maybe, big maybe, see if it’s not actually out of my system after I finally fuck her.