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John had grown quiet in the exam room as Blake quickly placed the stitch in my hand, ordered antibiotics, and then disappeared, never to give me his phone number.
“I’m sorry I was an asshole earlier,” John said, walking into the room I chose to sleep in.
I was thankful for the size of this suite. It had three bedrooms, a dining room, and two living rooms. It felt like the damn place took up the entire top floor of this hotel. Either way, it seemed to stop the sex from happening before, and now it was making it easy for me to retreat to my own space and let this whole night and early morning shit end without another word to John.
“Don’t apologize to me. You were a dick to a doctor who was just trying to do his job,” I said, walking into my room, trying to close the door behind me.
“He was hitting on you,” John answered.
“So what?” I answered, climbing onto the luxurious bed.
“I didn’t like it.”
“Good for you.”
“Mick,” he sighed, sitting on the bed where I’d turned away from him, “I’m sorry I behaved that way.”
“Like I said, you insulted him, not me.”
“I think I did insult you,” he said softly.
“Trying to claim me?” I said through a yawn. “That’s less of an insult and more of a nail in the coffin because I don’t do jealousy. But I suppose it shouldn’t bother me because we’re not a couple, and I don’t have to worry about it when you throw temper tantrums out of jealousy.”
“I swear to God I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“And that’s an excuse?” I closed my eyes in annoyance. “You’re not falling in love with me, John. You’re just jealous.”
“No,” he said in a tone that caused me to turn and face him. He seemed to be upset about this, as he should’ve. Fucking ridiculous reaction. “That’s the thing, I don’t get jealous. It’s not who I am.”
“Well, your red flag bullshit would lead me to believe otherwise,” I said. “I’m not the woman who finds territorial men charming. Understand? Like, not even a little bit.”
“You’re a thousand percent right. There is no excuse for it, and it’ll never happen again,” he answered genuinely, seemingly beating himself up about his unexpected behavior. “I’m truly sorry for that.”
“I hear you. I just want to go to sleep now. Our fun opera night turned into a fiasco, and I?—”
“There is no way in hell I can let you go to sleep with these opinions of me,” he said, prompting me to sit up straight. If there was any time to address this behavior, it was now. I couldn’t have him think I was the type of woman to find his behavior heroic.
“The only opinion I have about you is that I think you’re adorable sometimes, but I despise how you behaved toward that man tonight, and I hope to never see anything like that from you again,” I said as he nodded in agreement. “I can see that this whole thing has upset you, and I hope you mean what you say about it not happening again because I’m dead serious when I say I won’t tolerate it. It’s embarrassing for you and for me, and it shows insecurity that is entirely unbecoming.” He looked like the shame might eat him alive, so I figured I’d made my point. “And after seeing all those photos of your fancy family and their estate, I’m sure your mother would be very upset about your rude manners.”
That made him half-smile, “I was most certainly not raised to be as rude as I was tonight.”
“Or your father would do what?”
“My mother, actually,” he chuckled, taking my hand from his face and into his. His eyes glistened in humor. “My dad seems terrifying, but my mother runs the show in our family.”
“Should I be afraid of her?”
“I love that you just asked me that question,” he said, sighing in relief.
“I’m confused,” I chuckled. “I have no idea?—”
“It means there’s still a chance, and I didn’t blow all of this up by acting like a fourteen-year-old dickhead tonight.”
“A chance at getting laid? I don’t think so.”
“No,” he shook his head and ran his fingers through my hair, “a chance at maybe having a relationship with you. I couldn’t care less about sex right now. I want you, not just your body. I swear to God that I’m in love with you, and I’m honestly trying to figure out what to do with that and all these emotions I’ve never felt before.”
I smiled, “Why don’t you kiss me and allow me to show you where you could start with these foreign emotions of yours?”
