Lib Novel Page 102
After a few seconds, she lifts her head and glares into my eyes. “You should’ve warned me you don’t honor your commitments.”
That’s right, you know I left you satisfied. Wait, commitments? “Honor my…what?”
“Our lessons.” She practically snarls the word. “We weren’t finished.”
Never had someone so angry they didn’t get to suck my dick.
The corners of my mouth turn up. “You still want your lessons?”
She lets out an indignant sniff. “No.”
Yes, she does. Or she would’ve kicked me out by now. Can I do this? Be her actual fuckboy? Teach her everything she wants to learn, knowing we’re never going to be more?
“You didn’t find anyone else to teach you?” I rest my hands on her shoulders as if my touch can act as some sort of human lie detector.
She shrugs me off and glances away. “I haven’t had the time.”
Bullshit. She doesn’t want anyone else.
Keen awareness that there’s an office full of people less than a hundred feet away waiting for her to return slaps me into reality. “Can we talk when you’re done?”
Her gaze strays to the closed door. “I don’t know how long this is going to take.”
“I’ll wait.”
She glances around the room, then sighs. “Okay. You can wait upstairs. Keep Gretel company for a while.”
I chuckle. Is the cat pissed at me too? “How do I get in? I thought it was a biometric lock?”
She clenches her jaw. “There’s a button on the side. If you press it, a keypad pops up. The code is,” she leans closer and whispers, “sixty-five-ninety-eight.”
Who is she worried about overhearing us? The ghosts?
“Got it.”
“You don’t want to write it on your hand or something?” she sneers.
I flick my gaze to hers and add some frost to my answer. “No.”
“I have to get back.” She grips my arm, just a slight, friendly amount of pressure. But fuck, I’ve missed her hands on me. “It really might take a while.” She gestures toward her dad’s office. “It’s kind of messy.”
“Sounds like it. You need me to stay down here for protection?”
She seems to consider it for a few seconds. “No. It’ll be okay.”
“Want me to run out and get something for dinner?”
“You don’t have to.” She shrugs, then brightens. “There’s only one place that delivers pizza out here. We have a menu in the kitchen down the hall.”
I wanted to do something nicer than pizza, but it’ll have to do. “Okay. Any requests?”
“They make really good calzones. Just ask for extra sauce. They have a sausage and peppers pizza that’s good too.”
“You go there a lot?”
“At least once a week.”
“Okay.”