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And slightly drunk.
Which is a very dangerous combination.
The sounds of Derek grunting snaps me from those feelings and irritation blazes through me. I wasn’t a stranger to hearing Veronica have sex,unfortunately.Our dressing rooms on set shared a wall and she and Derek often retreated to her dressing room to fuck after the on-screen couple they portrayed had gotten hot and heavy.
I take another sip of my wine when a wicked thought floats through my mind.
No.
Go masturbate or something because seeking out Damian while you’re this horny is just going to get you into trouble.
I swallow thinking about the man who has been in the back of my mind for the past five years and in the front of it for the past few hours.
“A rebound is normal,” I say out loud to no one because I’m still alone. A sexy sound penetrates the air and I take that as an agreement. I roll my eyes at my justification.
You cannot rebound with Damian.
Why not?
Because it will make things awkward as fuck and that’s if he even wants to go down this road with you at all.
I go to the front of my house and peek out the front window that faces the guesthouse, noting his lights are still on. I tap my red manicured nail against the glass in rapid succession while my mind goes back and forth over whether I’m going to do this.
Okay relax, it’s not like I’m going to go over there in a trench coat with nothing underneath. Let’s just feel out the situation and see where it goes.
I down the rest of the glass and set it down before moving towards my security system on the wall to disarm it, slip on my outdoor slippers, and move out the front door before I can stop myself. I don’t feel nervous walking out here alone despite it being almost two in the morning; my gate is securely monitored twenty-four-seven as is the gate wrapped around the entire community. I’m a few steps from Damian’s door when it flies open and his piercing blue eyes that are darker than usual land on me.
Eyes that are confused. Angry.Maybe something else.
My gaze drops down on instinct becausefuuuuuckhe’s wearing gray sweatpants and it’s doing little to nothing to hide what’s beneath them. My eyes dart away quickly and into his which are narrowed at me. He’s close enough for me to smell him and he smells so fucking good. I don’t detect any cologne, it’s just his natural essence which I don’t know how to describe as anything other than just raw sex.
“What are you doing out of the house at two in the morning, Shay?” I’m pulled from the thoughts of how to get his scent ingrained in my skin by his biting tone.
“I—”
“When I set the alarm that means there shouldn’t be anyone entering or leaving,” he interrupts.
“I disarmed it,” I say guiltily, feeling like I’m being scolded. “I’m not a prisoner, Damian. I can come and go as I please, you know.” I cross my arms over my chest defiantly and briefly scold myself for not changing into something that showed a little more skin. The sweater shows off my stomach but my tits and my legs are some of my best features and neither of them are on display.
“You told me you weren’t leaving.”
“I’m not!”
“Then what are you doing here?” He crosses his own arms over his chest allowing me to see a hint of his tattoo just over his bicep. I know he has quite a few all over his body. A beautiful and intricately designed compass on his chest, a wolf on his arm, a lion on his back, and a cross with some initials on his upper arm that I’ve been too nervous to ever ask who they’re for in case it’s related to a painful memory. The wordsDum vita est, spes estare on his forearm which I researched after I first saw them and it means, while there is life, there is hope,and several others scattered over his body.
Realizing that this isn’t happening the way I envisioned it, I opt for the truth. “Well, Veronica and Derek are breaking the rules of their arrangement and I can hear it. So, I…was wondering if you were awake and if I could hang out here for a little bit. Jeremy left,” I tell him, though I’m sure he’s already aware of that. He narrows his eyes at me like he’s not totally buying what I’m selling so I continue. “Can I come in?”
I can tell he wants to protest but he steps to the side and lets me in before slowly shutting the door behind him.
“We need to get something straight, Shay,” he says and I already know he’s about to call me out for attempting to seduce him. Part of what makes Damian so good at his job is his ability to read a situation very quickly, so I’m sure he’s figured out why I’m really here. Besides the fact that I’ve got noise-canceling headphones that I could use to drown out the sounds of Veronica and Derek, I’m a heavy sleeper who can sleep through most anything, especially after I’ve been drinking. Two facts that Damian is well aware of.
I turn around to face him and he’s standing in front of the door, taking up most of the space with his large frame.
“Okay?” I tuck a wavy hair behind my ear and take a deep breath when something I hadn’t noticed when I first entered the guesthouse hits me in the face. I turn my head to the side, scrunching my nose as I try to make sense of what I’ve noticed when the words leave my mouth before he can speak. “Did you have a woman here tonight?” There isn’t a rule that he can’t have a woman over and he does have days off, so I suppose he could have a girlfriend or a fuck-buddy, but I assumed I would know that. Yet, I smell perfume. It’s fresh like someone was just here and I showered after the pool and didn’t put…wait…
“No.” He grunts and he takes a step closer to me. “Shay—”
“It smells like…me? What I wear.” I put my nose to my wrist, wondering if maybe I’d absentmindedly sprayed some, but I only smell my moisturizer and the scent of the toner I’d used on my face.
