His arms slid around me. “Honey, it occurs to me from what you asked me earlier that you have the wrong impression about me. Today, I’m gonna show you who I am. Tonight, I’m gonna tell you what I want. Tomorrow, you can make up your mind.”
I blinked at him.
“I’ve known you all my life,” I reminded him.
“You have no f**king clue.”
I stared for a beat and fear, curiosity and elation shivered through me at the promise I saw in his face.
I shook my head. “I have to go to the bookstore, get Tod and Stevie’s car, make macaroni salad.”
“Matt returned your neighbor’s car last night. Ally can go to the Fortnum’s. King Soopers has macaroni salad.”
“No.”
One of his hands slid into my hair and pulled my head back and to the side, exposing my neck. His mouth, all of sudden, was there.
“Yes,” he said against my neck while walking me back to the bed.
“Stop it, you’re crazy! One second you tell me to pack my bags, the next second you’re on me like white on rice.”
The backs of my knees hit the bed and we both went down, him on top of me, his lips on mine. “Gorgeous, give me ten minutes and I’ll be in you.”
At that promise, and him calling me “gorgeous”, an electric spasm went straight through my lower belly and he kissed me and that was it.
I’m a slut. I don’t know what to say, even with the emotional scene, I gave in.
To tell you the whole truth, I wanted him to show me who he was and tell me what he wanted, and I didn’t want to wait another second to find out.
And then the buzzer went. Three quick blasts and then one long one.
Lee stopped kissing me and put his forehead on mine. “You have got to be f**king kidding me.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s code, urgent, God dammit.” He put his hands on either side of me, pushed up and started to walk away then turned back. “How hot and bothered are you now?”
“On a scale of one to ten?”
His eyes crinkled at the corners and he walked out of the room.
Fucking Lee.
* * * * *
I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling thinking to myself, what was that?
My cell phone was ringing, so I rolled off the bed, grabbed my bag, sat in the chair and saw it was Andrea. Probably calling for a Lee and Indy Sex Update. Boy, was she going to be disappointed.
I answered the phone with, “No, we haven’t done it yet.”
“Uh-oh, I feel bad vibes,” Andrea said.
“We’re on the phone, how can you feel bad vibes?” I asked.
“I’ve known you since you were twelve, I can sense bad vibes.”
So I told her. About Lee, about his getting pissed off and essentially kicking me out, then changing his mind again and the whole, “who I am, what I want, you decide” speech.