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Plus I wasn’t sure there was anything more I wanted to say to Mack, so I busied myself with the other side of the restaurant, dragging Carina along behind me.
Since neither Harley nor I made any effort to go over to that side of the room for the remainder of the night, Brando had to go to the bar every time they wanted another beer. I could feel Mack’s eyes on me the entire time, but I refused to acknowledge him. I was also aware of the swarm of girls that seemed to gather no matter where he was.
God, he was like a skank magnet. It was really pathetic the way girls could be so obvious and almost desperate in their attempts to get his attention. Like cheering over enthusiastically every time he sent a ball in its pocket or constantly tossing their hair from one side to the other, and making sure their cleavage was in full view. It reminded me of the night of the party and how I’d done the exact same things to get his attention. Embarrassment warmed my cheeks. God, I was no better than any of the girls here tonight.
When things died down I begged my mom to send Carina home so that I could get out of here. Harley, like most nights, was scheduled to close since she always waited around for Drew to take her home. I quickly finished cleaning up my area, then headed out of the side door and up the stairs to my apartment.
I’d taken a long hot shower while I tried not to think about which of the skanks downstairs got to be the one to leave with Mack. I was leaving the bathroom when I heard loud pounding on my front door. Cautiously, I gathered the towel tightly around me as I walked to the door and peered through the peephole, fully expecting to see Travis, but instead I saw Mack glaring back at me.
My heart began beating rapidly in my chest. How did he know I lived here? I glanced down at my towel-clad body and knew there was no way I was going to let him in, especially looking like this. I slowly backed two steps away and was about to turn when I heard his voice through the door.
“Jonna, I can hear you moving. Please, open the door.”
“Why?” I called back.
“Because I want to talk to you.”
“Well, I fell for that once. I know what you mean when you say talk .”
I heard him chuckle softly. “While I’m definitely not opposed to that kind of talking, I want to actually talk to you.” When I remained silent, he added, “Please, Jonna. Just hear me out.”
I really wanted to tell him to leave. To go to hell. To go talk to one of his groupies downstairs. Wait, no. I didn’t want him to do that.
“Fine,” I said, cursing my weak resolve as I unlocked the dead bolt and pulled the handle open. Mack was immediately pushing open the door and stepping inside as if anticipating I might change my mind. His heated gaze traveled down my body, and I felt my breath quicken.
“I’m going to, um, change. Be right back.” I didn’t wait for his reply as I hurried to my dresser drawer and pulled out a tank with a shelf bra and a pair of yoga pants, then went into the bathroom to dress. I don’t know why I did that. Mack had already seen me completely naked. Maybe it was for my own protection. I couldn’t take the way his eyes were darkening with want, just the way I’d seen them do the times we’ve had sex. Scorching hot sex. Just thinking about it made my heart race, so I splashed cold water on to my face and forced myself to focus. I needed to think with my brain and ignore the pulsing need growing in my lower region.
When I emerged from the bathroom I didn’t feel any more protected from his hungry gaze. He was sitting on my small sofa, his large body nearly taking up the entire space, with one arm across the back, his legs bent and planted firmly apart. His eyes smoldered when they reached my breasts. While the shelf bra provided decent support to my C-cups, it did nothing to conceal the way my tight nipples strained against the material.
I crossed my arms over my chest to cover my traitorous bosom
Since neither Harley nor I made any effort to go over to that side of the room for the remainder of the night, Brando had to go to the bar every time they wanted another beer. I could feel Mack’s eyes on me the entire time, but I refused to acknowledge him. I was also aware of the swarm of girls that seemed to gather no matter where he was.
God, he was like a skank magnet. It was really pathetic the way girls could be so obvious and almost desperate in their attempts to get his attention. Like cheering over enthusiastically every time he sent a ball in its pocket or constantly tossing their hair from one side to the other, and making sure their cleavage was in full view. It reminded me of the night of the party and how I’d done the exact same things to get his attention. Embarrassment warmed my cheeks. God, I was no better than any of the girls here tonight.
When things died down I begged my mom to send Carina home so that I could get out of here. Harley, like most nights, was scheduled to close since she always waited around for Drew to take her home. I quickly finished cleaning up my area, then headed out of the side door and up the stairs to my apartment.
I’d taken a long hot shower while I tried not to think about which of the skanks downstairs got to be the one to leave with Mack. I was leaving the bathroom when I heard loud pounding on my front door. Cautiously, I gathered the towel tightly around me as I walked to the door and peered through the peephole, fully expecting to see Travis, but instead I saw Mack glaring back at me.
My heart began beating rapidly in my chest. How did he know I lived here? I glanced down at my towel-clad body and knew there was no way I was going to let him in, especially looking like this. I slowly backed two steps away and was about to turn when I heard his voice through the door.
“Jonna, I can hear you moving. Please, open the door.”
“Why?” I called back.
“Because I want to talk to you.”
“Well, I fell for that once. I know what you mean when you say talk .”
I heard him chuckle softly. “While I’m definitely not opposed to that kind of talking, I want to actually talk to you.” When I remained silent, he added, “Please, Jonna. Just hear me out.”
I really wanted to tell him to leave. To go to hell. To go talk to one of his groupies downstairs. Wait, no. I didn’t want him to do that.
“Fine,” I said, cursing my weak resolve as I unlocked the dead bolt and pulled the handle open. Mack was immediately pushing open the door and stepping inside as if anticipating I might change my mind. His heated gaze traveled down my body, and I felt my breath quicken.
“I’m going to, um, change. Be right back.” I didn’t wait for his reply as I hurried to my dresser drawer and pulled out a tank with a shelf bra and a pair of yoga pants, then went into the bathroom to dress. I don’t know why I did that. Mack had already seen me completely naked. Maybe it was for my own protection. I couldn’t take the way his eyes were darkening with want, just the way I’d seen them do the times we’ve had sex. Scorching hot sex. Just thinking about it made my heart race, so I splashed cold water on to my face and forced myself to focus. I needed to think with my brain and ignore the pulsing need growing in my lower region.
When I emerged from the bathroom I didn’t feel any more protected from his hungry gaze. He was sitting on my small sofa, his large body nearly taking up the entire space, with one arm across the back, his legs bent and planted firmly apart. His eyes smoldered when they reached my breasts. While the shelf bra provided decent support to my C-cups, it did nothing to conceal the way my tight nipples strained against the material.
I crossed my arms over my chest to cover my traitorous bosom
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