Slow No Wake - By Dakota Madison Page 0,8
into his dazzling blue eyes for days.
“I hope you’ll join me for lunch again, if you’d like the company.” Once again, I got the feeling he was unsure of himself. I didn’t know why. He was definitely attractive.
“I’d love to have lunch with you again,” I said. “Just let me know when.”
He gave me another grin and we dug into our pasta.
***
By the time I got home, I was exhausted. All I could think about was getting into my sweatpants and a tee shirt, flopping on the couch and reading a book. My idea of Heaven on Earth.
I got changed in record time, and I put my unruly hair into a messy ponytail. I was just about to flop on the couch when I heard a knock on the door. Who would be knocking on my door, I wondered. Maybe Hans needed to tell me something about the apartment.
Before I barely got the door opened, Eddie from next door, barged in carrying two beer bottles. Ugh. I opened my mouth to protest but he made himself comfortable on my couch and said, “So, what are we watching on TV tonight?”
I stood there, mouth agape, glaring at Eddie. It was difficult for me to believe his complete and utter audacity. “First of all, I wasn’t planning on watching television. I’m in the middle of a good book that I’d like to finish. And second of all, I don’t remember inviting you over.”
He looked at me with a glimmer in his eyes. “So, you’re a brainiac? That’s cool. It’s been a while since I’ve hooked up with a smart chick.”
If it was physically possible, steam would have been blasting from my ears, I was so angry. I loved to read and I always did well in school, so kids teased me. Brainiac was a term I heard a lot. I hated it. And he had a lot of nerve assuming he was going to ‘hook up’ with me. Sure, he was gorgeous and sexy as hell, but I’m not that easy.
“Don’t you have a roommate to entertain you?” I asked.
“Danny-O is working a double shift.” Eddie made no attempt to move from my couch.
I wondered what kind of job a surfer boy would have. I imagined it would be something like tending bar at a beach club or maybe managing a surf shop.
“Why don’t you have a seat, drink a beer with me and we can relax and watch TV?” Eddie patted the couch next to him.
I sighed. “You’re not leaving, are you?”
He shook his head.
“Just so you know, I don’t have cable.”
Eddie put his hand to his chest. “Alexandria, you’re breaking my heart.”
“I told you, everyone calls me Lexie.”
“I’m not like everyone else,” he said.
That could have been the understatement of the year. I grabbed one of the beers he had set on my coffee table, unscrewed the top and took a big swig.
“That’s my girl,” Eddie said. “Now we can get this party started.”
Eddie pointed to a shelf above the television. “It looks like you’ve got some movies. Let’s watch one.”
“If I agree to watch one movie with you, then will you go home?” I asked.
Eddie looked like he was giving it some thought. “Okay, but only because it’s a school night.”
“What would you like to watch?”
“What have you got?” he countered.
“I have a wide variety of movies.”
Eddie put his finger to his mouth as if he was considering his options. “How about The Notebook?” He gave me a slight grin. Seriously? The Notebook?
I shook my head. “I don’t have it.”
He looked shocked. “All chicks have The Notebook.”
“I guess I’m not like other chicks.”
His eyes narrowed as if he didn’t believe me.
I frowned. “I’m not a Nicholas Sparks fan.”
“I love movies that make chicks cry. Then I can comfort them. Wipe a few tears from their eyes. Let them lay their heads on my shoulder. It’s better than foreplay.”
“You know you’re a real asshole,” I said.
He grinned. “If I had a dollar for every time someone called me an asshole, I’d be wealthier than Bill Gates.”
“I bet,” I snorted.
He leaned over very close to me and said in almost a whisper, “You know you want me.”
As pathetic as it sounds, part of me was attracted to him, even though he was so smug and arrogant. I was trying very hard to suppress that part of me that found him appealing because clearly going down that path was nothing but trouble. I had been down the road of gorgeous, smug and