Turbulent Intentions (Billionaire Aviators #1) - Melody Anne Page 0,45
her. She tried to get her mouth to form the words. Instead, what came out wasn’t what should have.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now get off me,” she said, wishing the words would have come out a bit more firmly.
“What are you hiding from me?” he said, still not releasing her.
“Nothing. I just can’t breathe with you on top of me,” she told him.
With what seemed like reluctance, he rolled off her. That’s when Stormy realized they were on his front lawn making out like a couple of teenagers who couldn’t care less what the neighbors thought. Sure, she couldn’t see his neighbors, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t see them.
No more words were exchanged as she rose to her feet and walked away, her arms folded across her chest. She couldn’t shake the idea that countless onlookers could see through her wet dress. She cast her eyes to the ground, not willing to see if that were true or not.
What Stormy knew for sure was that she couldn’t stay in Cooper’s house. There was no way. If she did, she was sure she’d end up in the man’s bed again. And that was a road she wasn’t willing to go down.
Stormy wasn’t too far into the house when she heard Cooper following her. Dang it. He could be a man and give her a bit of space, couldn’t he? That would be the nice thing to do.
“Stormy, we need to talk,” he called. He was too close.
She froze for a second trying to figure out which way to go. She knew for sure that she couldn’t face him again right now. No way. So, doing the only thing she could think of, she decided to hide.
Rounding the base of the stairs, she shot into the hallway and opened a door, deciding the bathroom was the best place to duck into. She shut the door too hard behind her, and then sought a light switch.
There wasn’t one to be found. After a moment, her eyes adjusted to the bit of light coming in from the bottom of the door. That was when she realized she wasn’t in a bathroom at all—she was in a closet.
She could hear Cooper’s approaching footsteps on the hardwood floor as her back slid down the wall and her arms tucked her legs up into her chest. Feeling extremely foolish and very trapped, her heart raced as Cooper stopped on the other side of the door.
“Stormy, are you all right?” Cooper asked as he knocked on the door.
Utterly humiliated, Stormy knew she was going to have to answer. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”
Everything was fine except for the fact that she was sitting on the floor in a closet feeling like a total fool. Now her new housemate had to think she was crazy and was wondering how quickly he could evict her.
She wanted to be evicted, though, didn’t she? It was better than her reminding him that he was right to think he knew her. That they had slept together and he was only now remembering it.
Stormy wasn’t too thrilled to have to remind a man he’d bedded her.
“I was just really cold and thought I would look for a coat,” she called out when he said nothing to her last statement.
“You had to shut the door to find a coat—in the dark?” he asked.
“The wind must have blown it closed behind me,” Stormy said quickly, impressed with her quick thinking.
“Well, if you need it, there’s a light in there hanging from the ceiling,” Cooper told her. “I’m going to be a gentleman and give you a break,” he said before pausing. “Then we will finish what we started.”
Her heart thundered at those words. What did he mean by finish what we started? Was he talking about the discussion or the kiss? Oh, she wouldn’t mind finishing the kiss. She really wouldn’t mind that.
If she had the ability to kick her own ass, she would, because she couldn’t sleep with Cooper Armstrong again. At twenty years old, she could write the night off as youthful idiocy, but now at twenty-six, it would just be plain irresponsible.
Stormy was more than grateful to hear his steps retreating. Slowly, she turned the closet doorknob and opened it. After stepping outside, she looked back in and saw how ridiculously small the closet was. There would be no need for her to step inside for a coat—not unless she was hiding.
She was grateful he hadn’t called her on her foolishness.