“Sure I’m sure,” I lied again.
He took one look at my face, his brows drew together and I was pretty certain he was going to tel me I was ful of shit again.
I needed a reason to be in the bedroom in less than an hour.
I’d always been a good girl, I’d never been grounded, I’d never had a reason to be sneaky. I wasn’t out of practice, I’d never been in practice.
I stood up and did the best I could.
“I’m going to bed,” I announced.
Eddie looked toward the bedroom, then back to me, then his eyes narrowed under his drawn brows.
“‘Night,” I said and walked right by him into the bedroom.
I yanked my pajamas out of my bag. They had a stretchy, peach eyelet camisole and lightweight cotton drawstring pants. They were cute. I bought them for myself for Christmas last year but hardly ever wore them. I figured they were thin enough, I could put my clothes back on over them in a flash.
I was focusing on my pajamas and practicing deep breathing when Eddie walked in.
I headed to the bathroom.
“You don’t have to come to bed, you can finish watching the game,” I told him, making to walk by him but he grabbed my pajamas and threw them so they landed on my bag.
I stopped and watched them fal .
“I was going to put those on,” I said.
His arms slid around me, his face was closed and he was watching me.
was watching me.
I held my breath.
Final y, he said, “Bed sounds good.”
Damn.
He walked me backwards, his hands coming under my tshirt and then up and then it was gone.
Hmm, this didn’t seem to be going to plan. If I couldn’t pul off the first part of it, how was I going to manage the last?
I threw a shot out in the dark, “Eddie, I’m tired.
Exhausted. Long nights, you know?”
He pul ed his tee off and threw it in the direction of mine.
I sucked in breath.
He had a great chest, what could I say?
“Don’t worry, Chiquita, I’l do al the work.” Eek!
He undid the belt at my jeans and shoved me back so I fel on the bed. It was gentle but it was also macho and I felt my heart begin to pound as my doo-da quivered.
His hands went to his belt, I heard the clink as it came undone and he began to work on the buttons of his jeans. I rol ed and started to crawl across the bed.
“I’ve changed my mind, I think I want to see the end of the game,” I lied, beginning to panic.