thought?”
“You’re wrong,” I tell her vehemently. “I am not one of those girls who needs to label everything.”
She rolls her eyes dismissively. Apparently I’m not very convincing.
“It’s inevitable. At some point you’ve got to talk about boundaries, feelings, and… positions,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows in an oh-so-skeezy way.
“Ha, ha. Very funny.”
“Okay, so my jokes suck, but I’m right about the relationship stuff. You’ve got to withhold the sexy time until you define the relationship, otherwise it’ll never work.”
“What are you? The Love Doctor?”
“Yeah. And you’re the smart ass,” she replies lightly. “You know that thing getting in your way? It’s your ego.”
Maybe Shaye does know what she’s talking about. She and Keegan have been together forever and they seem happy enough, despite the fact that they can’t even go out in public. Then again, I really don’t think I’m a DTR kind of girl. Just because it works for Shaye, doesn’t mean it would work for me. Actually, it sounds an awful lot like something she saw on one of her ridiculous shows. Really, there are days when I think reality TV is rotting her brain.
Writing off her advice, I grab my bag and head for the door. Before I can make my hasty getaway, there’s a knock.
“I’m not expecting anyone, are you?” I ask Shaye.
“Nope,” she says, not meeting my gaze. “Can’t imagine who it would be.”
I open the door to find Nik leaning against the wall outside. He must’ve come straight from the gym because he’s wearing his training gear. It’s very tight, very sexy, and… so not the point.
“What are you doing here, Nik?”
“I got tired of being stood up,” he tells me, smiling warmly. There’s no trace of his usual flirtiness. “Figured I’d come up here and drag you down to the gym myself if that’s what it takes.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I counter, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Can I come in?” he asks sheepishly. It occurs to me that Nik’s never been to my room before.
“Why?” I ask as I move to block the door.
“I thought maybe we could talk?”
“Come on in,” Shaye calls from across the room. “I was just leaving anyway,” she tells me as she slips past and disappears down the hall. I get the sneaking suspicion she actually invited him up here. I’ll have to ask her later. I certainly wouldn’t put it past her.
Nik doesn’t have to be asked twice. He strolls into the room and I close the door behind him.
“Make yourself at home then.”
Nik surveys the room. I can only imagine what he’s thinking as he takes in the monstrous pile of laundry littering Shaye’s side of the room. I make a point of sitting on my own bed so he doesn’t mistake the mess for mine.
“Don’t you ladies get housekeeping service?” he asks, not bothering to suppress a smile. I can’t say I blame him.
“Of course we do. Not that it helps much,” I return, eyeing the disaster zone. It’s code yellow today. It could be a lot worse. “But that’s not what you came here to talk about, is it?”
“Not really,” he answers, joining me on the bed. “I thought it was time we put this whole thing behind us.”
“Why’s that?” I ask. Not that I’m opposed to the idea, I just wonder what brought it on today. It’s been weeks after all, and so far neither of us has been willing to budge.
“I’m in a very forgiving mood,” he tells me seductively. He traces his finger along my jawline stopping short of my bottom lip. My body shudders involuntarily at his touch. “I hate fighting with you and I want to make up,” he murmurs. Nik grabs me by the waist and slides me onto his lap so that I’m straddling his legs. We’re so close I can smell the blood on his breath. It awakens a fierce hunger within me.
“Do I have to apologize?” I ask breathlessly. If he keeps looking at me like this, I’m not sure I could get the words out even if I wanted
“You’re wrong,” I tell her vehemently. “I am not one of those girls who needs to label everything.”
She rolls her eyes dismissively. Apparently I’m not very convincing.
“It’s inevitable. At some point you’ve got to talk about boundaries, feelings, and… positions,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows in an oh-so-skeezy way.
“Ha, ha. Very funny.”
“Okay, so my jokes suck, but I’m right about the relationship stuff. You’ve got to withhold the sexy time until you define the relationship, otherwise it’ll never work.”
“What are you? The Love Doctor?”
“Yeah. And you’re the smart ass,” she replies lightly. “You know that thing getting in your way? It’s your ego.”
Maybe Shaye does know what she’s talking about. She and Keegan have been together forever and they seem happy enough, despite the fact that they can’t even go out in public. Then again, I really don’t think I’m a DTR kind of girl. Just because it works for Shaye, doesn’t mean it would work for me. Actually, it sounds an awful lot like something she saw on one of her ridiculous shows. Really, there are days when I think reality TV is rotting her brain.
Writing off her advice, I grab my bag and head for the door. Before I can make my hasty getaway, there’s a knock.
“I’m not expecting anyone, are you?” I ask Shaye.
“Nope,” she says, not meeting my gaze. “Can’t imagine who it would be.”
I open the door to find Nik leaning against the wall outside. He must’ve come straight from the gym because he’s wearing his training gear. It’s very tight, very sexy, and… so not the point.
“What are you doing here, Nik?”
“I got tired of being stood up,” he tells me, smiling warmly. There’s no trace of his usual flirtiness. “Figured I’d come up here and drag you down to the gym myself if that’s what it takes.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I counter, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Can I come in?” he asks sheepishly. It occurs to me that Nik’s never been to my room before.
“Why?” I ask as I move to block the door.
“I thought maybe we could talk?”
“Come on in,” Shaye calls from across the room. “I was just leaving anyway,” she tells me as she slips past and disappears down the hall. I get the sneaking suspicion she actually invited him up here. I’ll have to ask her later. I certainly wouldn’t put it past her.
Nik doesn’t have to be asked twice. He strolls into the room and I close the door behind him.
“Make yourself at home then.”
Nik surveys the room. I can only imagine what he’s thinking as he takes in the monstrous pile of laundry littering Shaye’s side of the room. I make a point of sitting on my own bed so he doesn’t mistake the mess for mine.
“Don’t you ladies get housekeeping service?” he asks, not bothering to suppress a smile. I can’t say I blame him.
“Of course we do. Not that it helps much,” I return, eyeing the disaster zone. It’s code yellow today. It could be a lot worse. “But that’s not what you came here to talk about, is it?”
“Not really,” he answers, joining me on the bed. “I thought it was time we put this whole thing behind us.”
“Why’s that?” I ask. Not that I’m opposed to the idea, I just wonder what brought it on today. It’s been weeks after all, and so far neither of us has been willing to budge.
“I’m in a very forgiving mood,” he tells me seductively. He traces his finger along my jawline stopping short of my bottom lip. My body shudders involuntarily at his touch. “I hate fighting with you and I want to make up,” he murmurs. Nik grabs me by the waist and slides me onto his lap so that I’m straddling his legs. We’re so close I can smell the blood on his breath. It awakens a fierce hunger within me.
“Do I have to apologize?” I ask breathlessly. If he keeps looking at me like this, I’m not sure I could get the words out even if I wanted
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