Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
“I have a better idea,” I tell Sherlock.
“What’s that?” he asks, grabbing my elbow and guiding me toward the stairs.
“We don’t talk to Hunter. We don’t drink our drinks. We go back to my house and watch a movie with my mom and her sorta boyfriend. There’s a 50/50 chance she’ll hate you on sight, but she could also love you for not being Hunter. Definitely one or the other, no possibility she’ll fall somewhere in the middle. It would help immensely if you found a natural way to express your inherent disinterest in sex. Ray would probably think your car is cool, so you’d get points there. We can watch The Princess Bride and order pizza, and then you can go home.”
“Hmm, tempting,” he says, playing along.
I’m not playing, though. I really don’t want to go upstairs.
I am walking up the stairs though, so you can’t tell.
I frown over at him. “How do you keep convincing me to do things I don’t want to do?”
Sherlock smirks. “It’s a talent.” His free hand moves to the small of my back as we hit the top landing.
“Maybe you shouldn’t touch me. You said we’re not lying to Hunter, we’re just trying to take him off guard by being here together. If he sees you touching me, he’ll think…”
He stops to set his drink down on an end table before we make it to the hallway. “That I’m a gentleman?”
“No, not that.”
He takes my drink and starts to put it down next to his, but stops suddenly and frowns at the rim of the cup. “No lipstick.” He hands the cup back. “Here, take a drink.”
“Why?” I ask, scowling.
“Devil’s in the details.”
“What does that mean?”
“Just take a goddamn sip.”
I scowl harder. “You’re so bossy,” I tell him, but I take a quick sip anyway.
He takes the cup now and sets it down, then he drapes an arm around me, planting a hand on my hip and starting down the hallway. “What happened between you two, anyway?”
“Remember when you said that was my business?” I ask, anxious about how close he is. I can feel the body heat rolling off him and seeping into me.
“Well, yeah, but that was before we were friends,” he says with a wink-and-smirk-combo I guarantee has dropped a good number of panties.
“I’ve reconsidered your friendship application. I regret to inform you, the position is no longer available.”
“Damn. I’ll have to apply next time there’s an opening,” he says as he guides me down the shadowy corridor.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, realizing as soon as the question is out, there are only bedrooms this way and no other people.
He stops right outside of Hunter’s bedroom and turns me around so my back is to the door.
I get the feeling I’m exactly where he’s wanted me since he sat with me at lunch, and the sudden predatory glint in his eye makes my heart sink.
Those eyes. It’s hard to look away from them, even though holding his gaze makes my chest tight. I thought his eyes were blue earlier today when he sat down at my lunch table, but as I look up into their seemingly endless depths now, they’ve darkened to a hard, steely gray.
I swallow past the lump in my throat, easing back against the door as Sherlock closes in on me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice a bit shaky.
Wordlessly, he plants a hand against the door over my head, then leans in and presses his body against mine. His other arm coils around my waist, tightening and tugging my body close as I try to move away. His face is so close to mine, I can scarcely breathe.
“You said… you said we were only going to—”
“I lied,” he says simply.
Then he kisses me.
My tummy tumbles, my heart sinks, and adrenaline rushes through my blood stream as the bedroom door opens behind me. I’m caught between the instincts to shove Sherlock away, and catch myself as I fall backward without the closed door to support my weight.
I don’t actually fall because Sherlock has his arm locked around my waist, but that’s so much worse.
“What the fuck?”
Hunter’s stunned voice stops my heart.
I bring my hands up quickly, trying to shove Sherlock away from me. He pulls back once we’re in the bedroom anyway, feigning surprise as he looks up at Hunter. “Oh, shit. Sorry, man, I didn’t realize you were in this room.”
Sherlock lets go and I skitter away, backing up against the open door and gazing at Hunter with open horror.
The look of betrayal on his beautiful face tears my heart in half.
I want to drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness, even though I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.
Hunter’s not looking at Sherlock. He doesn’t answer him, either. He’s staring at me. His gaze drops to my lips, and the look in his eyes shifts. Hurt twists itself into red-hot fury.