Chasing Gold

Chapter 8

"This place is beautiful. It looks exactly like those home magazines." I swoon because I'm always a big sucker for interior design.

"It would be less amazing to you if you visited more often." He said while putting his hand on my lower back while we walked up the stairs. I tried to stop climbing so that he could go in front of me and let go, but this caused him to bump his chest into my back and place both of his hands on my hips.

"Come on baby," he whispers in my ear, "You've already been enough of a tease. Please don't purposely shove your ass into me."

I step all the way to the other side of the staircase and gasp. "Sebastian I've made this clear enough already. I don't want to hook up with you and I don't want you flirting with me like that." He tries to take a step closer to me but I hold up my hands and try to take a step downwards. "I am really going home. I don't think you know what rejection is and you need some time to think about what being friends with me is, because it's sure as hell not this."

He puts his hand onto the wall, blocking my path down. "God Ashley, okay. I'll stop. Just please stay, it's too late and I want to sleep."

I raise my eyebrows. "One more comment and I'm leaving." With that I continue up the stairs and walk with confidence towards the first door on the left and turn the handle. I open it to find nothing but shelves of blankets.

"Nice try babe, but your confidence is going to make a bedroom magically appear." He utters while breezing past me and walking into an open door. I follow, hoping that he will give me some new clothes to sleep in before bed.

"I'm not 'babe' to you so I don't know why you even try calling me that." I say while trying to make myself busy.

He locks eyes with me while rummaging through his drawers and winks, "Whatever you say baby girl." I huff and stomp over towards the bed and sit down on the corner.

"You're impossible." He chuckles. "And I hate you." I hear rummaging of clothes so I peak over my shoulder to see him standing in his underwear with his clothes pooled at his feet. Damn, he was a really good looking guy. His abs are perfectly sculpted and I know I could see myself licking ice cream off of them. Even his arms were perfectly defined and you could tell he worksout at least six times a week. I'm sure he could lift me up no problem.

While I was daydreaming, Sebastian managed to walk over towards me and he snapped his fingers. "Hey if you're done staring, you can go shower." He shoves a t-shirt into my hands and nods towards another door. "There's a brush and toothpaste in there too, you might just have to look through the drawers."

He starts to walk out of the room. "Wait where are you going?"

"I may be mistaken, but you just friendzoned me so I was going to shower in the guest bathroom. But if you want me to join you then all you have to do is say so."

"Well -- I -- No --" I get up and bee line towards the door, "I'll take a quick shower. Alone." Then I close the door.

Mama Mia, what have I gotten myself into?