I suck in a sharp breath. “You’re?—”
“An unsocialized pig?” he says, his tone laced with boredom. “Yeah, you told me.”
I scoff. “God, why are you so rude?”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
He stops what he’s doing and rests both palms on the top of the workbench. His biceps flex, and he sighs like he doesn’t have time for this conversation.
“No, New York City,” he drawls out the nickname with disdain. “Me being rude would be telling you that fucking a guy in the dark when you don’t know for sure who he is, is a stupid as hell thing to do.”
“If I seem to remember correctly, you didn’t exactly stop me, Cowboy.” I sneer.
“You told me not to talk,” he snaps.
The fire in his eyes steals my breath as he turns his glacial glare at me, and his lips thin into a grim line.
“Wait…” I narrow my eyes, studying him. “You knew I thought you were Declan, right?”
The silence stretches between us as he holds my eyes, the intense burn in his increasing to a level that could incite a nuclear meltdown.
My gut twists when he finally speaks.
“Yeah, I got that message this morning when he said he forgot to tell me if anyone knocks three times, I should give them his apologies for not being there.”
He picks the sandpaper back up, his shoulders rippling with tension as he starts working on the wood again.
“You thought I knew it was you staying in his room?”
“Doesn’t matter what I thought. It’s done. You can’t change the past.”
I stare at him as he goes back to ignoring me. Embarrassment prickles over my skin like a billion tiny needles. It’s obvious it meant nothing to him. And I wasn’t looking for anything other than sex. But I wouldn’t be so cold and dismissive toward a person after doing everything we did together.
“Seriously? That’s all you have to say?”
“What else is there? Like I said, you came looking for a fuck and you got one. Now you can go back to your life in New York and pretend it never happened and I don’t exist. Doesn’t bother me,” he mutters.
“I’m here for another twelve days!” I screech.
“You know what you need to do then, don’t you?” he says casually, still not giving me his full attention.
It’s infuriating and humiliating that he won’t even grace me with the manners to stop what he’s doing and look at me when he’s speaking to me.
“Enlighten me. Tell me how this trip couldn’t possibly get any worse. Impart your wisdom on me as to how I’m supposed to ignore the monumental fuck up that was last night,” I spit out each word, directing all of my anger at my own stupidity toward him.
Maybe he didn’t know I thought he was Declan. But surely it was damn obvious that I wouldn’t have chosen to have sex with a man I’ve barely spoken to, except to fight with.
And what the hell was all the stroking and those final lingering kisses about?
I stare at his giant muscular frame that I so happily allowed myself to get folded in half beneath last night.
He had his cock inside me.
Sodeepinside me.
My cheeks blaze with embarrassed heat as I try to maintain a modicum of control and not show how appalled I am that I let him do that to me.
