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“Elana, are you okay? I can’t find you.”
Despite her confusion, her heart warmed to the sound of concern in his voice. “Yes, I’m okay. I just felt tired and left the party. I apologize for leaving without saying goodbye. I just….”
“You had to get away because you weren’t sure if you could resist me tonight.” He didn’t ask. He simply stated that was the case.
Elana bit her lip, wondering how much to reveal. In the silence that followed his statement, she accepted that she had to be honest with him. “You’re right. Things have changed and I didn’t know if you would stop like you did seven years ago. And I wasn’t sure if I would have wanted you to stop. So I thought it was better to just take myself out of the situation so that wasn’t a question any longer.”
“I never pictured you as someone who would run away.”
She laughed harshly. “That’s ironic coming from you, Gaston.” She took a deep breath, not wanting to get into an argument. “Look, I don’t want to fight. But I just had to leave. And I don’t understand what’s going on with you.”
“That’s easy enough to explain. I want you.”
She almost gasped out loud at his bald statement, but she smothered her reaction at the last moment. “That’s not going to happen Gaston. And you know exactly why.”
“Let’s talk about this when I pick you up tomorrow morning. It will be easier to discuss at my lake house where there aren’t any distractions.”
She was already shaking her head even before he finished speaking. “I’m not going to any lake house with you. I’m going to redecorate my apartment and fix it up a bit more. So you see? I’ll be perfectly fine without you. Have a great time at the lake.”
She hung up before he could respond, but she didn’t care how rude it was of her. She was angry with him for assuming she would go with him, for touching her and making her desire him despite what he’d done, or what she hadn’t done or any of those things.
She pulled off her dress, washed her face and brushed her teeth, getting ready for bed. The whole time, her body was tense, bracing herself for the sound of a knock indicating that he’d left his party to come over and demand an explanation. Or worse, to finish what they’d started before the party.
She shivered under the blanket as she stared up at the ceiling. It was almost midnight and she was exhausted, but she couldn’t get her mind to stop thinking, wondering, trying to decipher his plan. In the end, because she couldn’t come up with a reasonable explanation for his arrival back in her life, she pushed him from her mind and focused on what she would do with her apartment. By the time she’d thought up colors to paint her walls, she was slowly slipping off to sleep, grateful to have Gaston out of her mind.
The following morning she woke up feeling refreshed and invigorated. Glancing at the clock, she realized that it was well past nine o’clock in the morning. She smiled, wondering when the last time she’d slept that late. Well, besides yesterday which didn’t really count since she’d been up half the night cleaning. It certainly hadn’t occurred in the past year, she thought as she slid her legs out of bed. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and padded barefoot into her kitchen to start making some coffee.
She was sipping the dark brew when someone knocked on her door. With wide eyes and a shaking hand, she knew that it was Gaston. She couldn’t see him, nor could she see his car, but she could just feel him on the other side of the doorway. The man sent out a surge of electricity that she couldn’t seem to avoid.
She opened the door, standing there looking at him with her coffee in one hand and the other one gripping the door.
Gaston was startled to see her, suspecting that she was going to make him call out once again to get her to open the door. But here she was, standing there looking sexier than he could handle and his body tightened and hardened instantly as he took in the tiny, white cotton shirt and cute little pink shorts. The shirt was thin and small, hugging her obviously unencumbered breasts and giving him a very distinct impression of her nipples. The shirt hugged her