to the sidewalk right in front of my place, he steps closer, stopping when he notices the way my body stiffen.
“Please, Fallon,” he almost begs. “Can I come in? I just want to talk.” He sounds so sincere, but I’m not sure enough time has passed for me to be able to talk about tonight without sobbing and confessing my feelings. It might have only been a kiss but it’s opened something inside me, something I’ve kept hidden for years. Since I was a teenager and realized Reed was it for me.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. In fact, I’d rather not talk about this ever. It’s embarrassing and I don’t want to relive it. Not tonight or any other.” I force a smile and hear his deep sigh of disapproval. I expect him to argue, but when he doesn’t say anything, I start up the walkway to my front door, leaving him standing on the sidewalk watching me. I can feel the heat from his stare on my back as I walk further away from him. Each step hurts, but they’re necessary.
I’m almost to the porch when he finally speaks. “We don’t have to talk tonight, Fallon, but we will talk about this. We will discuss what you offered.” There’s anger in his voice, but also a lot of determination. It’s all I can do to hold back my shiver in reaction to his demanding tone.
He’s never talked to me like that before and it turns me on to hear him taking control, or at the very least trying to. He continues to watch me as I bend to retrieve the hidden key, growling when he realizes what I’m doing, but he stays where he is. He knows better than to push me when I’m upset.
My fingers fumble the key and it takes me three tries to push it into the lock and get the door open. Once I cross the threshold, I turn back to face him but can’t make out his features. It feels like it’s gotten so much darker, even though it’s only been a few minutes. I lift my hand in a small wave, but he doesn’t give me any response. Finally, I slowly close the door, and by the time I make it over to the living room window he’s gone.
Tears prick my eyes when I go over tonight’s events in my mind. I still can’t believe I went over there and offered myself up as basically his egg donor. I’d swear to never drink wine again, but that would be a lie. All I want to do now is collapse on my bed and hope when I wake up in the morning I’ll find this was all a bad dream. Maybe I actually passed out on my couch and didn’t leave the house.
Yeah ... that’s not likely. I’ll have to face the consequences tomorrow or whenever Reed decides it’s time to talk but for now I can pretend like it never happened.
Chapter Six
Reed
I’ve given her a week. One whole week. It’s been agonizing to watch her walk around the office and not be able to talk to her about anything other than work, but I did it. I know she doesn’t want to talk about it, not the kiss or the offer she made me but that’s about to change. Tonight, I’m going to make her talk to me about everything, even if I have to force her.
Looking down at the stack of papers on my desk, I know I have a shit ton of stuff that needs to be signed, mailed and faxed and yet all I want to do is recline back in my chair and watch football. Deciding to do just that, I turn on the TV mounted on the wall in my office, cursing inwardly when the squeak of the door opening fills the room. The last thing I want to do is talk to someone.
“Knock. Knock.” Remy’s deep voice meets my ears, and I swivel around in my office chair to grin at him. Of the three of us, he’s the quietest and keeps to himself the most, which is strange being he’s the youngest.
“Hey, what’s up? Dad send you to work on the top floor today?” He’s the only one out of the three of us that works down on the second floor. Ryker and I both hold executive positions, while he prefers development.
He shuts the door before collapsing on the couch, his face a mask