Tease

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Knox opens the door. Looks at Spencer, then down to me. His eyes narrow. "Is this another noise complaint? With backup this time?"

"Haha, no, your dinner." Then he pushes me in, and I almost stumble into Knox, as he grabs my arm to steady me, pulling me to his side.

"Um.."

"Right." He says.

"Anyways, I've gotta get my wife to the airport, have fun!" And he rushes off.

As soon as they turn the corner Knox looks down at me, "what the fuck was that? Is he setting us up?"

"No, more like being a cheating lying scumbag," I shove away from him. "Sorry, I've gotta go."

He grabs my wrist. "What would I tell you would happen if you knocked again?"

"Knox- I"-

"What did I say?" He says authoritatively. When I don't answer drags me into him and slams the door shut. I gulp.

"It wasn't me! It was Spencer! I swear!"

"You still owe me a dinner then."

"For what?"

"I don't lie. His wife heard we're having dinner so that's what we're doing."

"Oh." I blush.

"What? Disappointed?" He smirks.

"No! Of course not, why would I be disappointed?"

He shakes his head, and walks back to the kitchen. His apartment is identical to mine, but reversed.

I smell food, and wonder if he had this planned. But I suppose there was no way he could. Most people do cook for themselves every now and then.

"What were you making?" I ask tucking some hair behind my ear, looking down at my feet. It's strange being in here again. I'm noticing the details now, being less distracted. This is my first time talking to him. Actually talking and not just listing over him. And he's not angry for once. A part of me says I should change that.

The dark walls, brown leather couch, black appliances. It's very... masculine. And there's plants, all along the far wall by the windows, beside the living room. There's also a record player, and a few photos hanging around. It's more decorated then most men's apartments.

And there's a type writer on the desk as well.

"So what do you do. For a living I mean."

"This and that." He says.

"No job?"

"I have two."

"Oh."

God. I suck at small talk. But he's apparently not great either. He puts the chicken and rice on plates, bringing it over to the table. Dark wood held up by black legs.

"Why are you here Raya?"

"What?" I look up.

"Why are you still here." He says putting my plate down in front of me.

"I- you invited me for dinner- insisted really- and well"-

"I left you embarrassed and needy in the laundry room. Then you saw a girl tied up in my bedroom with bruises all over her, and I choked you before threatening and kicking you out. So I'll ask again. Why, are you still here."

I get up abruptly, "You're right I don't know, I guess I'll"-

He grabs my wrist. "It's too late now darling. Eat your food." He yanks me back down.