“Okay, see you.”
I felt bad for her, honestly. I know she loved the guy, but he was never around. Hell, Emilia was just down the street and it killed me not being able to see her. Speaking of, I still hadn’t heard back from her. She had to be done with work by now, so I dialed her.
“Hello?” Damn, she had the sexiest voice.
“Emilia, you’ve been ignoring me.” I smirked.
“Ignoring you?” I heard the smile in her voice.
“Yes. What did Gabriella say?” She sighed.
“Um, she said she was going to ask you to go for her.” She murmured, and I smiled like it was Christmas.
“Uh huh, and what do you want to ask me?” I pressed. She huffed, like she didn’t want to see me.
“When are you free tomorrow?”
“Anytime. How does one work for you?”
“That’s…fine.” She was still so unsure.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching television.”
I got up from my chair, walking into my living room.
“You aren’t going to ask me what I’m doing?” I pressed.
“Tristan, I told you…”
“I know. But you confuse me—you send me racy pics but you won’t have a simple phone conversation with me? That isn’t fair.”
I was mostly playing, but a little serious. It felt like she hadn’t made up her mind about it fully, and I didn’t want to be played with. I had enough of that…
“I know. I’m sorry. I know I have feelings for you, but I don’t think I can do anything with them yet.”
“Yet?” I sat on the couch, my hand running through my hair in frustration. “Look, Emilia. I like you too, much as I didn’t want to because…I’ve been played with enough. I know I tease you, but that’s because I like you.”
“Tristan…I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
That turned bad pretty fast. I know, I’d been teasing her even though she told me she didn’t want to be with me. But I expected her to resist. She did at first, but then I thought she was giving in. Now she was blowing hot and cold. I couldn’t take that. It confused everyone.
Bottom line, I still wanted her. My body churned for her. But I realized I wasn’t ready for this. It was why I’d been staying away from women in the first place, from anything other than getting my dick wet. But Emilia…she did more than that.
My doorbell ringing stopped me from entertaining that thought.
It was Natalie. With Thai food. Just what I needed.
“Hey.” I smiled and accepted the hug she offered. She looked like a fucking banana in her yellow pant suit, but a good banana I guess.
“I brought your favorites.”
She led herself to the kitchen, got the plates, and even served me my food. That was why I let her come over.
“We have to talk about this Kit guy always leaving.” I said halfway through our meal.
“He isn’t always leaving, he goes on business trips. It’s his job.” Her face tightened, there weren’t many conversations she would want to avoid, but this was one of them.