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Matthias's body emanates a warmth that's unnerving. And I should push him away. Instead, I set one phone aside and then busy myself with locking the rest of the phones away in my desk.
When I look back up, he's still there, chest heaving.
"What?" I snap. The way he unnerves me makes me rude.
He cocks an eyebrow. "I thought you said you didn't know what my phone looked like?"
Seriously? "I didn't. I just figured it was the top one in the pile." I tilt my head. "I mean, I don't think I remember anyone being so scatterbrained as to leave their phone here last night." I pin my eyes on his. "Right?"
I expect a comeback.
A scathing, sarcastic, infuriatingly witty, comeback.
That I'm prepared for.
What I wasn't prepared for was for him to kneel down next to me, his hand brushing my thigh as he brings it down onto his own knee. "I guess someone scattered my brain last night."
The air thickens between us and he dares me to look away.
He wasn't suggesting it was me, was he?
He just said it to unnerve me. And it fucking worked.
And I almost fell for him.It. Almost fell for it.
"Mine."
One single word as a response to Patrick that has changed everything I have ever felt about him. He still hasn't mentioned it. And I hope he never does, because if he does, I'm not sure what I'm going to say. Between the declaration that we were engaged and the almost kiss, the faster there's distance between me and Matthias, the better. I push to my feet and the desk chair clatters against the wall behind me.
"You got your phone. You can leave now."
He stands up and takes a step back. It makes me long for the moments when he was pushed up against me. At least then I didn't have to deal with the full force of his face.
I'll give him this, the bastard was handsome.
Cheekbones that would make Adonis weep, a jaw that you could use as a square ruler. Eyes that make you feel like nothing other than you is worth gazing upon.
"Let's go to the hospital to get you checked out."
I shake my head. "I can't, I have to get the club ready to open."
"Get someone else to do it."
I scoff. Typical. "Contrary to your misguided belief, I'm the one who has to be here. It'smyclub."
"But we need to get that checked out." He points at my head. It's only then that I notice the side of my temple burning. A cut. "What time do you finish work?" he insists.
"Four a.m.," I lie.
"You got off work at two a.m. last night," he says matter-of-factly.
Ugh. Then why did he ask? "Fine. Two."
"I'll be here before then. You'll be okay until then?"
I throw him my biggest and brightest smile. "I'm perfect."
He holds my gaze for a second longer and then turns toward the door.
