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Authors: K.L. Kreig
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tonight. Great, infect all my senses why don’t you.
Damn you, Luke Colloway. Damn you.
As if by small favors, the elevator rises quickly to the penthouse and the doors open in short order. I exit first and almost as quickly as I knock, Livia answers. Throwing my arms around her, I curse in her ear. “I swear on my grandmother’s grave, I will get you back for this, Livia Colloway.”
“I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about, Addy.” Her feigned innocence grates on my nerves, so I simply glare before turning and heading into the kitchen.
I need a damn drink. A strong one. And a lot of them.
Then I need to use the bathroom to ease my sexual discomfort. Pronto.
“What’s your poison tonight?” Livia asks, the devious bitch sauntering in behind me. Luke is following her, but I don’t look at him.
“Tequila if you have it. And keep ’em coming.”
“No. She’ll have a beer,” Luke interjects leaning nonchalantly against the granite island. He sounds authoritative. Commanding. And pissed. Gray’s already handed him a Heineken, which he’s tipped to his lips while keenly watching me over the top of the green glass bottle.
“Are you for real?” I rant, stalking right up to him. I could give a shit that we’re going to have another audience for our verbal throw down. What the hell…seems to be our thing. “I’ll have whatever the fuck I want. Just because you bulldozed your way into my home does not mean you can bulldoze your way into the rest of my life, Luke Colloway. I’m a grown fucking woman and I can make my own decisions. And if I want tequila, by God, I’m going to have fucking tequila!”
“That was a lot of ‘fucks,’” he drawls mockingly. I grit my teeth hard, biting my tongue in the process. Damn him, the bastard. Then he closes the small space between us, lowering his voice. “Have you forgotten what happened last time you drank tequila, fireball?”
No. No, I have not. I haven’t had a two-day hangover since college, although I did have one after that night. I swore off tequila after that, but I’m so damn wound up, I need something strong to take the edge off. And a beer just won’t cut it. “Stop calling me that, asshole.”
“Because I haven’t,” he continues, unfazed. “I haven’t forgotten how you passed out cold in my arms or how I held your hair as you puked into the garbage can or how your breathing was so shallow all night long I thought you had alcohol poisoning and I was going to have to take you to the hospital.”
I freeze, digesting what he just said. I play it repeatedly to make sure I heard it right. Thinking back to that horrible night, I remember when I woke at almost noon on Sunday. I was in my bra and panties with an old ratty CSU Cougar T-shirt thrown over me and no idea how I’d gotten that way. I couldn’t remember a thing past being lifted into Luke’s arms at the bar and the safety I’d felt in them.
“You stayed?” I breathed, suddenly very uncomfortable with everything he must have witnessed that night. My teeth find my bottom lip. They always do when I’m anxious.
He gently grabs my chin between his finger and thumb, running the pad back and forth hypnotically. I want to yank away from his touch as much as I want to lean into it. But I do neither.
“Of course I stayed. I wasn’t about to dump and run. I’m not as big of a prick as you make me out to be, Addy.”
I’m speechless, and that doesn’t happen very often. His intense gaze has me completely trapped and I’m unable to do a thing other than fall a little bit further into Luke, against my better judgment and definitely against my will.
“Please, Addy,” he softly beseeches. He releases my chin, only to whisper a finger across my cheek, tucking a wayward hair behind my ear. It’s intimate. Tenfold over that blistering kiss he gave me less than an hour ago.
My knees feel weak. My head, jumbled. My face burns where he just touched me. It’s as
Damn you, Luke Colloway. Damn you.
As if by small favors, the elevator rises quickly to the penthouse and the doors open in short order. I exit first and almost as quickly as I knock, Livia answers. Throwing my arms around her, I curse in her ear. “I swear on my grandmother’s grave, I will get you back for this, Livia Colloway.”
“I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about, Addy.” Her feigned innocence grates on my nerves, so I simply glare before turning and heading into the kitchen.
I need a damn drink. A strong one. And a lot of them.
Then I need to use the bathroom to ease my sexual discomfort. Pronto.
“What’s your poison tonight?” Livia asks, the devious bitch sauntering in behind me. Luke is following her, but I don’t look at him.
“Tequila if you have it. And keep ’em coming.”
“No. She’ll have a beer,” Luke interjects leaning nonchalantly against the granite island. He sounds authoritative. Commanding. And pissed. Gray’s already handed him a Heineken, which he’s tipped to his lips while keenly watching me over the top of the green glass bottle.
“Are you for real?” I rant, stalking right up to him. I could give a shit that we’re going to have another audience for our verbal throw down. What the hell…seems to be our thing. “I’ll have whatever the fuck I want. Just because you bulldozed your way into my home does not mean you can bulldoze your way into the rest of my life, Luke Colloway. I’m a grown fucking woman and I can make my own decisions. And if I want tequila, by God, I’m going to have fucking tequila!”
“That was a lot of ‘fucks,’” he drawls mockingly. I grit my teeth hard, biting my tongue in the process. Damn him, the bastard. Then he closes the small space between us, lowering his voice. “Have you forgotten what happened last time you drank tequila, fireball?”
No. No, I have not. I haven’t had a two-day hangover since college, although I did have one after that night. I swore off tequila after that, but I’m so damn wound up, I need something strong to take the edge off. And a beer just won’t cut it. “Stop calling me that, asshole.”
“Because I haven’t,” he continues, unfazed. “I haven’t forgotten how you passed out cold in my arms or how I held your hair as you puked into the garbage can or how your breathing was so shallow all night long I thought you had alcohol poisoning and I was going to have to take you to the hospital.”
I freeze, digesting what he just said. I play it repeatedly to make sure I heard it right. Thinking back to that horrible night, I remember when I woke at almost noon on Sunday. I was in my bra and panties with an old ratty CSU Cougar T-shirt thrown over me and no idea how I’d gotten that way. I couldn’t remember a thing past being lifted into Luke’s arms at the bar and the safety I’d felt in them.
“You stayed?” I breathed, suddenly very uncomfortable with everything he must have witnessed that night. My teeth find my bottom lip. They always do when I’m anxious.
He gently grabs my chin between his finger and thumb, running the pad back and forth hypnotically. I want to yank away from his touch as much as I want to lean into it. But I do neither.
“Of course I stayed. I wasn’t about to dump and run. I’m not as big of a prick as you make me out to be, Addy.”
I’m speechless, and that doesn’t happen very often. His intense gaze has me completely trapped and I’m unable to do a thing other than fall a little bit further into Luke, against my better judgment and definitely against my will.
“Please, Addy,” he softly beseeches. He releases my chin, only to whisper a finger across my cheek, tucking a wayward hair behind my ear. It’s intimate. Tenfold over that blistering kiss he gave me less than an hour ago.
My knees feel weak. My head, jumbled. My face burns where he just touched me. It’s as
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