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“Hello?” I have to admit that I’m a little shocked when I see Daniel. He looks rougher than I was expecting, almost as if he’s struggling with what happened as well… but then he is the one who ran out on me, he made things awkward like this, so I can’t get lost in feeling sorry for him. “Gemma, what are you doing here?”
“I got your address from the woman who works for you.” I throw my hands on my hips. “It wasn’t hard since she seems to be under the impression that me and you are dating. I guess that’s thanks to Paige…”
“Yeah, that was a bit of a nightmare, wasn’t it? I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”
“No… me neither.” Why does he keep knocking me off kilter? “But that isn’t the point. I haven’t come here to talk about the pictures online. I have come here to discuss your behavior, which quite frankly was disgusting.”
“Hang on a moment.” He steps to one side, basically inviting me in. I guess he doesn’t want all of the yelling outside and since I am not one to make a scene in front of other people I do as he wants. “It takes two to tango.”
I am left gob smacked. Does he really think that’s what this is about? Does he think that I am upset about the sex? I guess I am, even if it was good, but more at myself than him. I’m the one who shouldn’t have fallen in to his arms. My annoyance is obviously the way he acted this morning… but he has started walking through his home and through some glass doors on to a decking area, so I follow him because I am not done yet.
I guess he does want to have this conversation outside after all. Just not out the front of his house.
“I know that it takes two to tango, Daniel, I’m not an idiot,” I spit out while waving my hands around in frustration. He has barely said anything yet and I feel like he’s winning this conversation which is utterly infuriating. “But the way that you treat women is gross. Obviously, you like your play boy image for some reason. You think that it makes you look cool or whatever… your prerogative. But acting like we are just objects, notches on your bed post, statues to just fuck and walk away from is horrible. It is so disrespectful. People have feelings, you know? People deserve to have a conversation, to be treated as humans.”
Much to my surprise, his expression softens, and he takes a step closer to me. “Did I hurt your feelings?”
“I… no…” I take a step back from him because having him in my personal space is too much to bear. I can feel my thoughts circling and tumbling like crazy and I really need to keep my head on straight for this. “I didn’t say that. It isn’t like I have any feelings for you that can be hurt. I just don’t like being disrespected.”
“So, because I ran out in the morning, I’m an asshole?” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I thought that you wouldn’t want to talk. We don’t normally talk so I thought that it might be weird. I wanted to make sure that you were comfortable, and I assumed that you wouldn’t want to discuss a drunken mistake.”
“Well…” Shit, he was trying to do me a favor? Both of us a favor? I don’t know, it seems more like he panicked to me. “Don’t you think that you should have given me a chance first? Just tried? Because if I did have feelings for you, which I don’t, I would like to make that clear, then this would hurt me. I’m sure that you must have a trail of broken hearts after you. Doesn’t that bother you? Don’t you want to change your ways?”
“I am always honest,” he replies a little tartly. “I always tell the truth about how it’s going to be a one-time thing. I don’t feel like I am doing anything wrong. I don’t see why I need to change my ways until the time is right.” He shrugs his shoulders. “When the right woman comes along, then things will be different.”
Wow, I don’t think I ever would have expected that from Daniel. If I ever thought about him, which I don’t, then I would imagine him as an eighty-year-old still trying to pull eighteen-year-old girls. But I guess not…
“You didn’t say that to me.” I press my finger hard in to his chest. “You didn’t say anything.”
“I know.” His hand rests on my shoulder and I don’t know why. But I don’t shake it off this time. “It didn’t exactly crop up and that was wrong of me. I’m sorry.” His hand is on my cheek now. What the hell is going on? This isn’t going the way that I expected at all and my head is twisting too much for me to get myself in order. “I should have been more respectful of you because you deserve so much better…”
