world.”
“I’m well aware.”
“Then you should also
be aware of the fact that not one of us would hesitate to end you.
Maybe we can’t fight you, but we can end your life as you know it.”
“Message received.”
“And not needed. If
he messes with me, I’ll take care of him myself,” I tell them.
“Now that we’re all
clear on how I’m not going to survive the fallout if I fuck things
up with Audrey, can I please sit down?”
“Yes, you can,” I
tell him, nodding to a seat across the table.
He doesn’t hesitate
to sit down over there, even though it’s next to Jimmy. The next
two hours pass rather quickly. Blake engages all of the guys in
conversation, really listening when they mention the things in some
of his movies that aren’t realistic. He takes out his phone, and
makes notes on the suggestions they give him, promising to do his
best to try and make things more accurate in his future projects. I
know he’s won them over when even Jimmy exchanges numbers with him.
“Thank you,” I tell
him when we’re in the car.
“For what?”
“Spending so much
time with my friends. It was really great of you to do that.”
“I liked it. I like them .”
And I like him. A lot.
Maybe even more than I did all those years ago. He’s really funny,
and sincere, and yeah…I’m in way over my head on this mission.
And before it’s even really begun.
I know I shouldn’t,
but I let him walk me to my door. When he leans down to kiss me, I am
very aware that leaning into him is wrong. And when his mouth is
still on mine as we enter the apartment, I’m afraid I’ll be
second-guessing my choices tomorrow. I don’t stop him, though.
Tomorrow hasn’t come yet, and I’m loving every slide of his
tongue against mine.
When his mouth moves to
my throat, and his hands slide inside the top I’m wearing, I arch
into him. It feels so good, too good. I don’t want it to stop, and
that’s when I realize that it has to. I have to stop this—him—if I have any chance of surviving him this time
around.
“Blake, stop,” I
say pushing against his chest.
He immediately moves
away from me, his eyes still hot and hungry. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have…God, I’m so sorry.”
“What are you sorry
for?” I ask, needing the answer, but dreading it, too. If he says
he’s sorry for kissing me, I may just die right here on the spot.
He searches my eyes
before answering. “You think I’m sorry that I kissed you. I am,
but not because I did it. I’ve wanted to kiss you all night. I’m
just sorry I took it further than you were ready for tonight.”
“I liked it too
much.” No, I loved it.
“One day, I’ll
convince you that liking it isn’t a problem. For tonight, I’ll
just ask if I can sit here a moment.”
I reach out, and move
his hair back from his forehead. “Of course.” I try to run my
fingers through his hair some more, but he grabs my wrist, stopping
me.
“Please don’t. I
can’t walk right now, and if you keep touching me, I may never be
able to again.”
I look down, and see
him straining against the front of his pants. I never checked out his
package as a teenager. His ass? Oh, hell yeah. But I wouldn’t have
known what to do with his cock. Now I would. I do ,
and I can’t help but lick my lips as I stare.
“Not helping,
Audrey.”
“You’ve been
staring at my tits all night. I should be allowed a few minutes of
staring at what you’re packing.”
“You had your tits on
display. You wanted us all to look.”
“True. You’re not
exactly hiding what you’ve got right now, either.”
“You did that. You .”
“I know. You just sit
here and think about…oh, I don’t know…maybe the shower I’m
about to take,” I tell him with a laugh, as I walk towards my
bedroom. I strip off my shirt, and smirk at him over my shoulder.
“Just let yourself out once you can.”
“You’re going to
kill me.”
I don’t answer,
because it’s a distinct