Tequila Shots

Chapter 14

"I want to be with you. It's as simple and as complicated as that."

Brent's POV

"Well... look who we have here," she said, lifting two medium-sized boxes out of the boot of a white Audi R8.

"That's a nice car," I couldn't help but acknowledge just how sleek and shiny the gorgeous baby was. I was pretty certain it belonged to Wolfe. The Bikers had a weird fetish for fast moving things.

"Thank you... I guess... you already know I don't own shit like this," she shut the trunk, a little too hard if you ask me but I decided not to probe any further as far as the car was concerned. I could just tell she was slowly running out of patience and I'd be damned if I leave without getting to the bottom of whatever the hell was the issue and Lord knows we could never achieve shit if either party had their blood boiling on low heat.

"You up for a chat?" I asked.

"I would be if I didn't have work to do," she turned around and carried the boxes into the house.

I followed.

"I don't remember inviting you in," she looked up at me for a brief second with raised brows, then turned to the fridge to grab a weird looking green drink.

"I don't remember being a gentleman." I retorted.

"Okay... enough back and forth. Why are you here?" she crossed her arms under her boobs, packing the mass of flesh in a way that you couldn't help but be drawn to it.

Focus, my man. Focus.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I thought I said no more back and forth?"

"The only way I can answer your question is with a question. I can't seem to get across to you because someone has been avoiding me so I figured I should come to the one place you can't avoid me. Your home," I shrugged, reaching for the green juice on the table out of curiosity. Not the best fucking idea. Tasted like blended salad.

"You're making yourself awfully comfortable for a visitor and I have not been avoiding you. Been busy. Doing this and that. No time for random chitchat."

"I might be a visitor in your house but definitely not a visitor in your heart."

"Okay, Mr. Smooth," she rolled her eyes. "I'd still like to know why you're here though."

That arm cross again.

"Okay... where do I begin? It's been about two weeks since I last saw you. I mean, all of a sudden, you switched like a light bulb had gone off in your head or something and I was some sort of plague that you wanted to avoid. You scheduled meetings on days you knew I couldn't make it. You canceled meetings on days you knew I would be there. You were practically avoiding me and you know it."

"And what makes you think I did all of that or even had you in mind? Rachel took some work off my hands so I could have a little rest so I've been working from home for the most part. Life doesn't revolve around you, you know?"

"Well, the odds are currently stacked up against you. The coincidence and timing isn't helping either. Try being a tad bit more convincing."

"How about understanding the fact that I have a life too. I have schedules too. I have other scheduled appointments too. I have meetings and plans too. How about that?"

"How about putting all that shit aside and coming clean on why you've been avoiding me ever since the drive to SilverLake? You confuse me, Sam. You fucking mess with my head. One minute you're all up in my space, ordering me to drive you around like some fucking Uber driver, the next I can fucking feel the attraction that it drives me crazy, next thing you're this soft emotional person, crying your eyes out and the next... boom... you're fucking cold and distant. The fuck am I supposed to do with all of that from one person? Why the sudden switch, Sam?"