He grabs a tissue box off the shelf, and taking a few out, he bends down in front of me. I wave him away. “I got it.”
He watches as I clean myself, and I swear he looks upset, which causes me to tense. I hand over the box. “Don’t you want to clean up?” I gesture between his legs.
But he’s already shaking his head side to side. “No, I want you on me,” he tells me matter-of-factly. And even though it sounds filthy, it sends a thrill through me.
I nod and turn away from him so that I can get dressed. Now that it’s over, I’m self-conscious. I can feel his eyes on me as I get dressed. He’s probably looking at every dimple of my thighs, so I try to cover up as fast as I can. Once everything is covered, I turn to face him. “I better go.”
“Yeah.” He picks up his earpiece off the side of the desk and puts it in. “Hey, Mike, I need you to follow Angel home. Make sure she gets there safely.”
I’m shaking my head. I don’t even know who this Mike is. “I don’t need someone to follow me home. I’m a big girl.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s the way it has to be.”
I could stand here and argue with him about it, but I know I’d be arguing for nothing. What I want to do is ask him if this is it. Is this all he wanted? Am I out of his system now? It’s on the tip of my tongue, but pride stops me from saying it out loud. If he wanted more, maybe to take me out, surely he would ask me.
“Uh, okay, so I guess I should go.”
He nods, and his lips are pulled into a firm line. He’s holding back even now, and I don’t understand. He doesn’t look happy.
I go to open the door, wondering if he’s really just going to let me leave, when he says my name. Well, the name he seems to have given me.
“Angel.”
I turn so quickly it’s obvious he has me on a string. “Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
I do my best to smile. “I’m good.”
He nods, and when he doesn’t say anything else, I walk away. There’s a man that has the club’s name across his shirt, and he nods at me. This must be Mike. I don’t have the energy to talk him out of following me. I just continue on as if my life just didn’t just get flipped and turned upside down.
Chapter5
Lane
Ijust let her walk away. I didn’t even try to stop her, and I know it’s going to be the biggest regret of my life. This has all gotten out of hand. I never meant to touch her, let alone have her. Before I would have been able to control my urges, but not now.
The rest of the night, I stand in the corner of the club, my arms across my chest. I get a text from Mike. “Angel is secure.”
That message should make me rest easier, but it doesn’t. Before it would have, but now all it does is make me wish I was with her, and that I was the one that took her home.
If only we weren’t worlds apart. She graduated in the top two percent of her class. She’s a Wilson and an up-and-coming attorney. And even though she doesn’t flaunt her family’s name, it’s obvious how much she’s out of my league. Even though I’ve imagined a future with her, that’s all it can be, and the sooner I come to believe it the better off I’ll be.
Hours later, instead of going home, I drive to the high-rise apartments she lives in. I get out of my truck and climb onto the tailgate. Leaning back on my arms, I have a perfect view of her window. Just like the other nights I’ve come here after work, her light is off. And just like all the other times, I imagine her in her bed. But this time, it’s more. I can not only recall what she looks like, I can remember exactly how she felt when she was in my arms. The little moans that she let out as I pleasured her have replayed in my head all night. Yeah, I’ll never be able to go back to before. She’s imprinted herself on me, and even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to forget her.
I sit until the early hours of the morning, and I know the doorman is about to change shifts before I pull out of the parking lot. Tonight is Saturday, and my hopes lift that I’ll get to see her again if she comes in with her girlfriends.
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Brooke
He let me walk away. I’ve replayed the other night over and over in my head, and I know he wanted it—heck, he enjoyed it just as much as I did. But he let me leave.
The next morning, I went to yoga and the grocery store. The feeling that I’m being watched is overwhelming, but every time I look around, I never see him.
I skipped out on my friends on Saturday. By that point, I was second-guessing everything. I’m not the type to have sex in a bar, but maybe Lane doesn’t know that. I pretty much pushed myself on him, and maybe if he had asked for my number or when he was going to see me again, it would be different. But he didn’t.
By the time Monday comes around, I feel like I’m on edge and am going crazy. I have a lunch meeting with another attorney at the Gardens. It’s a high-end sushi restaurant, and even though I hadn’t eaten breakfast, I still am unable to eat. I know I’m being watched. I knew it this morning when I left my apartment, I knew it when I got to work and walked in the office building. The hairs on the nape of neck are not lying to me. Lane Davis is somewhere close. My body senses it.