Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

shook slowly with a smile tugging at
his lips. “Your robe is almost as short,” he pointed out huskily.
    “If you wanted a
long fuzzy robe and bunny slippers, you have the wrong girl.” I crossed my
arms, feeling defensive.
    He quickly
closed the gap between us. “I’d never picture you with the words fuzzy or
bunny.” He was standing so close that I could practically feel the chill of the
outdoors rolling off his coat.
    “So what
happened with Jamie?” I sucked in a breath when his hand cupped my chin and he
put his thumb on my bottom lip.
    “Why don’t we
run through the scenarios, and you give me your honest reaction to them?” His
eyes held an intensity that had my legs trembling. The pad of his thumb rubbed seductively
over my lip before sliding to the side of my face.
    “That’s an
advertising strategy, not one to use in this situation,” I murmured.
    He shook his
head. “Oh, I think we both need to understand your motivation before we can gauge
what will or won’t happen next, Sash.”
    Heat flashed
through me. He’d abbreviated name like in Miami. “Go on,” I whispered.
    “First scenario
is that I went back to Jamie’s place but afterward came here to ensure you’re
okay with us as we’ve always been.”
    His voice was
hypnotic, and I was completely under the trance until his actual words sunk in.
My temper flared. “Maybe you should let go of me if that’s the case.” I didn’t
want to picture that scene in the slightest.
    He shook his
head. “It isn’t, and you know it.” He moved his other hand up and positioned it
at the nape of my neck. He was seducing me one touch at a time. “The second
scenario is that I came here to you instead of going home with her.”
    His fingers
started massaging the tender muscles in my neck, and I had to bite back the
small moan threatening to escape. “I think I like that one better than the
first.”
    He smiled,
searching my eyes. “The most important question I have for you though is
whether you’re interested because you’re being competitive with Jamie or
whether it’s because it’s me that you truly want.”
    I tried to move
back, offended that he would suggest that idea, but he wasn’t having it. He
tightened his grip and brought his hands on either side of my face, meanwhile
stepping into me with the fabric of his slacks brushing against my bare legs.
    “No you don’t.
It’s a fair question.”
    Hesitating, I
thought a moment. “The feeling hit me when I saw the text, not when I met her.
I didn’t like the idea of you with anyone. Her showing up only rubbed salt in
the wound. If it had been about the competition, then I would have challenged
her instead of leaving.”
    I knew that he
appreciated my admission when his eyes softened. “I didn’t invite her, but I
did make the mistake of telling her I where I was.”
    “But you had
every intention of going there tonight after drinks?”
    He let go of me,
stepped back and ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “I won’t
stand here and apologize for having plans. Did you think over the last few
years I haven’t been with anyone else? Or that I would think you haven’t?”
    “That’s not what
I meant. I’m being honest about my reaction, but I haven’t figured it out any
more than you have. All I know is that the thought of you leaving here to go to
her makes me sick, but I don’t know what to do with that.” I was overthinking
it, but with our history and the fact that we were in uncharted territory, I was
paralyzed in place.
    He stood there
staring at me for the longest time. “What if I told you that I’d rather be here
at this moment talking with you then doing anything with her? That I called you
for dinner and met you out for drinks because you’ve always been the priority?”
    I let out the
breath I’d been holding. “Do you mean that? You two have a longer history than
we do.” I hated that fact probably the most.
    “I’m trying very
hard right now