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“No.”
We reached a set of stairs, and I turned around fully to stare up at him. “Why don’t you just take me back to the house and leave me?”
His gaze ran over my face as if he was trying to memorize it. “Because you had a shock tonight and I’m not leaving you alone. You’ll be scared. You won’t get any rest.”
This was all very true. Being alone at the house probably was going to be hard to do now. After all I’d found out and the gunfire.
I nodded.
“Can we go upstairs now?” he asked me with a crooked grin on his gorgeous face.
I sighed and headed up the stairs. This was all getting more confusing and messed up, the longer I stayed. My life no longer made sense. Nothing did. I was developing feelings for a man, and I had no business doing that. I had no future. Not really. At least not anymore.
At the top of the stairs, I stopped, and King pointed toward the door to the right. “That’s my room.”
“Your room?” I asked, glancing back at him.
He nodded. “I live here most of the time.”
He lived in a barn? Or stables? Granted, they were nicer than most homes in the neighborhood I had lived in with Hill, but still, why would he live here?
King stepped around me and opened the door, then waved a hand for me to go inside. Curious to see where it was King lived most of the time, whatever that meant, I walked into the room. It was much bigger than I had anticipated.
The king-size bed sat against the far wall with black sheets and a charcoal-gray quilt. To the right was a gray leather sofa that sat caddy-corner and a coffee table that had paperwork spread out on it, like he had been working on something. I realized it was facing the flat screen on the wall in front of the bed.
Underneath the television was a wide dresser in flat black, and then on the left side of the room was an open door to the en suite. There were no pictures on the walls or any other kind of decor. There were no windows, but oddly enough, it didn’t feel closed in. It was clean, tidy even.
King stepped inside behind me, and I heard the click of the door as it closed, and then his body stood too close. The warmth from it made me want to turn around and snuggle closer. Inhale his woodsy cinnamon scent. I wasn’t going to do that though. Didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize about it.
“You going to stand here all night or go get comfortable on the sofa? We can watch a movie,” he said so close to my ear that his breath tickled my skin.
I tensed as his hand touched my waist. Now that we were up here, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Not after what he had done downstairs.
“What are you…we…what are—” I stumbled over my words, not sure how to ask this.
“Go sit down, Rumor,” he replied as he squeezed my side.
Since I wasn’t the best at forming complete sentences currently, I did as he’d asked—or perhaps told me to do would be more accurate. I went to the sofa, not looking back at him and wondering if he was going to follow. My gaze dropped to the paperwork spread out on the table just as he leaned over and began to pick it up, placing it in a pile before taking it away. I turned and watched as he opened a drawer on his dresser and placed the papers inside. Before he could look back at me, I took a seat on the sofa with my glass clasped firmly with both hands.
When his eyes met mine again, he flashed me the smile he had, the one that was so charming that it was unfair. It flustered me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he had touched me. His finger inside his mouth. It all seemed so…dirty. Yet here I was, achy between my legs from the thought of it.
Hill hadn’t been my first sexual experience. I’d lost my virginity to the senior quarterback on the football team in high school when I was a sophomore. Our relationship was short-lived once his mother found out. Elliot was the mayor’s son. His family was wealthy and well respected. His father had plans for loftier political positions—which he had accomplished, seeing as he was now the governor. Elliot dating a girl living in the foster system had horrified his mother, and he’d broken up with me, apologizing that he couldn’t hinder his father’s future and that a lot was expected of him.
Then, there had been two others between Elliot and Hill. Neither was around long. One wasn’t…one wasn’t a relationship at all. He had taken me by force, and in doing so, I had been blamed and kicked out of my last foster home.
Shaking those thoughts away, not wanting to remember them, I got my focus back on King. He was different. None of the others had made me feel…like he did.
The thrill, tingle, whatever it was that he’d caused, was new to me.
“What did I do to cause that pretty face to frown?” King asked as he sat down beside me, close enough that our bodies were touching.
I shook my head nervously. “Nothing. I was just thinking…not…not about you. I mean, about things. But not you.” I stopped. He had me so flustered that I needed to just quit trying to converse. I sounded like an idiot.
“Rumor.” The way he said my name made me shiver.
I turned to look at him. It was hard not to get lost in those blue eyes of his. The way he looked at me, as if he saw nothing else. When he locked in on me, I wanted things I could not have. Ever. With anyone.
“Relax. It’s just me. You look ready to bolt from the room,” he said, reaching out and running the pad of his thumb over my chin. “Was it so bad? Having my finger slip inside you?”
