"Chapter Two
"L-Liam?" I gasped. It's been two weeks since I gave him my false number. I half-expected him to show up to the diner, demanding why I gave him a fake number but he never showed up. I pretended like it didn't hurt. I also pretended like I didn't think of him every time I went to bed at night.
"My, my what do we have here?" My familiar stranger clucked his tongue. His penetrating eyes flickered across my body, making me realize I answered the door in my sleep wear. Which included short shorts and a tight camisole so that it supported my girls without a bra.
I was now entering dangerous ground. I'd practically dry humped the man in my workplace, what was stopping me from doing it in the privacy of my home? While he looked absolutely yummy in a tailored suit?
I cleared my throat, pulling at the hem of my shorts. "W-what are you doing here?" I stammered. I was tempted to slam the door in his face but something told me a door wouldn't stop Liam Collins from getting to me.
"Here to spend time with my date. Dinner smells delicious," he sniffed nonchalantly before stepping forward, forcing me to back up, involuntarily giving him permission to enter my home.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I closed the door behind him, finally noticing that he was holding a bottle of bubbly liquor and a bouquet of flowers. They were purple, my favorite color.
"How do you know where I live?" I tried to say in a demanding tone.
"Connections my dear, comes in handy when stubborn girls stand you up," he placed the champagne on my small kitchen table and held the flowers out to me. I took them, sniffing them when he looked away.
"Ever take a hint?" I huffed, throwing the dying flowers I'd forgotten to get rid off away and placing the new ones in the vase on my coffee table.
"Which one? The one where I had you moaning my name from one, simple kiss?" He shot at me, taking off his suit ..." http://wattpad.com/story/6313655
