Rockstar Romeo - Abbie Zanders Page 0,42
jab her arms and legs into a T-shirt and yoga pants.
“I wasn’t insulting you, Eva.”
She said nothing.
I rolled to my side and propped my head up on my hand to keep myself from reaching out and tugging her back onto the bed. “Talk to me.”
“About what?” she snapped, her voice unusually clipped.
“About whatever I said that upset you. And look at me, please.”
She didn’t. From my angle, I could see her jaw clenching.
“You know what? I am kind of hungry. I’m going to go down and heat something up.”
I moved quickly but not quickly enough to stop her before she left the bedroom and closed the door behind her. I stared at the door, wondering what the hell had just happened. Five minutes ago, she had been moaning my name in ecstasy. Now, she wouldn’t even look at me.
Apparently, I was suffering from a severe and sudden case of foot-in-mouth disease, though I couldn’t fathom why she was so angry. Did she think me insincere because I’d complimented her luscious curves? I wasn’t. I loved every dip and swell.
What I didn’t like was that she thought she could just walk away without talking to me. I was a pretty smart guy, but I wasn’t a mind reader. I needed to know what I’d said or done wrong, if for no other reason than to ensure I wouldn’t say or do it again.
I pulled on my jeans and a shirt, not bothering to button either, and went downstairs. I found her in the kitchen, where she was putting leftovers into various microwavable containers with considerably more force than necessary. I quietly watched her for a few moments, listening to her murmuring under her breath and hoping to catch something that might give me a clue. She was speaking too softly for me to make anything out, however, and I kept getting distracted by how sexy she was when she was angry, which was not helpful at all.
Still, I did have several married brothers in addition to hanging around Dave and Chaz and their wives, so I had some frame of reference upon which to draw.
“I’m an ass,” I said on an exhale, hoping to sound appropriately repentant. “Will you forgive me?”
Eva put a dish into the microwave and stabbed a few buttons on the touchpad before she turned around and looked at me. I did my best to look apologetic, sliding my hands into my pockets and hanging my head, just as I’d seen my married brethren do. But with two teenage sons, Eva was not so easily fooled.
“What exactly are you apologizing for?”
“I upset you.”
“But you don’t know why, do you?”
I sighed, busted. I wasn’t good at playing these games. “No. But whatever it is, I’m sorry.”
She mumbled something under her breath and went back to abusing the leftovers. I desperately tried to recall the conversation right before she got mad. We had been talking about food, and she’d said she’d gained weight ...
“You’re not fat,” I blurted out, feeling a fleeting sense of pride that I’d figured it out.
My triumph died a quick death, however, when she froze and turned to glare at me. Those were some powerful eyes, laser-like in their intensity. I fought the urge to squirm.
“I mean, I think you are beautiful. I love your body. Isn’t that obvious?”
In fact, I couldn’t get enough of her. Even now, I felt myself stirring beneath her heated gaze. My cock obviously didn’t care that she was pissed. The only thing it cared about was unleashing all that passion in physically creative ways. Thankfully, my brain remained engaged enough to know that tossing her up onto that counter and burying myself deep inside her until her eyes crossed was probably not the best option at that point.
Her eyes softened just a little, and I decided I was onto something and forged ahead.
“And I’d prefer a little extra actually, if it meant sharing wonderful, romantic meals with you.” I took a chance and stepped closer. “I love sharing things with you. I love to see the sparkle in your eyes when you are enjoying yourself, especially when it involves me. I hate that you deny yourself pleasure. Any pleasure.”
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Eva
I sighed inwardly. Jace was looking at me with golden puppy-dog eyes swimming with sincerity. He really had no clue what it was that had hurt. I decided to take pity on him.
“That’s not why I’m upset, Jace, but thank you.”
His expression grew puzzled. “Then why are you angry with