"No," he rumbled in my ear. "I have to fuck you. Now."
"Why? Are you marking your territory?" I'd only been half serious with the comment, but he pulled back and the look in his eyes said that was exactly what he was doing.
I wriggled out of his gr...
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Before I was out of earshot, I heard Shawn defending my departure. “She left something in the car. Excuse us a moment.”
Fuck, he was coming after me.
The sure way to lose him was to head for the bathroom, not that I put it past Shawn to follow me in, but I didn’t know where it was located, and I’d already made it past the host’s desk. My eyes scanned the hallway. There were the elevators, which would require waiting for a car, and a door to the stairs.
I took the stairs, and, realizing fifty flights down in heels was maybe not a good idea, I went up.
The breeze hit my face as I stepped onto the roof, the heavy door slamming behind me. I kept walking.
The roof was practically abandoned, so I knew the sound of the door shutting behind me was Shawn. Still I kept on, rushing through the gardens and leisure seating arranged across the building top, trying to find a spot where I could be alone, where I could breathe, where I could sort out my paranoia from the legitimacy of the situation.
At the corner wall, I stopped. I leaned over the edge of the cement enclosure, gulping in huge lungfuls of air. Deep breathing was the only thing keeping me from breaking down into sobs.
His footsteps were quiet behind me, but I still heard them, as if I was hyper-attuned to his movements. He stopped before he got to me, reaching out to me with speech instead of his body. “The Careys are practically family.”
At least he was smart enough to know why I’d run. And brave enough to not pretend otherwise. He deserved credit for that.
But I couldn’t give him anything but disbelief. “Right. Uh-huh.” I didn’t turn toward him. I didn’t want to see his face as he explained. If his expression said I was being ridiculous-it would break me.
“What, do you think I didn’t tell you on purpose?” His voice was calm despite his words.
I spit out a harsh laugh. “You don’t want to know what I’m thinking.”
“Actually, I do.”
I spun around. “No, you don’t.” I backed up until the high corner wall met my back. He didn’t get it. Chances were that my feelings were magnified-I had no way to judge their validity when I was this upset. Experience and counseling taught me to not deal with these situations until I calmed down. I needed time to get calm.
