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I really need to get my shit together. I can’t be stalking and sabotaging this woman. I refuse to be as bad as he is.
Ya, know, after she’s stayed with me and gives into the thought of us being together.
Totally still better than him.
Yeah, I’m just gonna keep telling myself that.
8
The whole ride over to his house, my nerves were a jumbled mess and walkingthrough the door, isn’t making them any better. What have I gotten myself into? Not that I really had too many options.
Okay, that’s a lie. I could’ve absolutely refused to stay with him and just stayed at a hotel but I let my hormones answer for me. I shouldn’t have, but I did. The traitorous bitch really wanted to stay with him and my mind just kind of let it happen. My brain doesn’t seem to want to function at all when Xander is around, which is becoming a problem. I’m now going to be with the man all the time and I’m not sure how I’m going to handle it without throwing myself at him.
I most definitely cannot do that, no matter how much my lady parts want me to. It would be the world’s worst idea, for reasons that I can’t seem to think of right now, but I know that there are some.
I step past Xander as he holds the door open for me. I make a conscious effort not to inhale his spicy scent. Smelling him while on the back of his bike messed my senses up enough, no need to add to it.
I enter into a large room with a fireplace, a gigantic sectional leather couch and an enormous flat screen T.V. mounted above the fireplace. Everything is done in browns and blacks, including the rug underneath the stone coffee table. This room absolutely screams that a man lives here alone.
I walk in a little further and see framed pictures of him, Jax, Mac and a bunch of the others from the club. I walk over to the wall and smile when I see alittle Xanderand Jax. Well, little meaning younger, because even in these pictures where they’re obviously children, they’re still quite large.
I snort and shake my head. “Wereyou two ever little?” I look over my shoulder at him and instantly regret it when I see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, sleeves rolled up while giving me a warm smile. Oh boy, not good.
He shakes his head slowly, “Nah, I’m pretty sure Jax came out lookin’ like a whole grownass toddler.”
We stare at each other for a few seconds before Xander gives a small shake to his head. “How about a tour?” He pushes off the wall and grabsthebag he refused to let me carry, and walks toward the open plan kitchen and dining room.
I follow after him, not looking at the way his jeans mold to his fantastic ass and walk into the kitchen. This room is all high-end silver appliances that would make any chef drool. I give him a questioning look. “You cook?” I don’t quite manage to keep the surprise out of my voice.
He gives me an adorably sheepish look. “Ah, no.”
I blink before looking around and staring at the six-burner stove with an honest to God griddle in the middle. I look back at him and raise my eyebrows sky high. “Then why do you have all of this?” I wave an arm around the whole kitchen. “None of this is exactly standard for a kitchen.” I look over at the double door fridge that has a full touch screen and a bunch of apps. “You have a computer on your fridge.”
He scratches the back of his neck. “When Jax and I bought our places, we gutted them and renovated them entirely. We decided to just get what the salesperson told us was the best. We figured it would be worth the money in the long run.”
“Does Jax cook?” I ask slowly.
“Like makin’ eggs and steak?,” he replies and I have my answer.
“So, you both paid probably triple what someone else would’ve and you guys can’t even use it?” I ask incredulously, because who the hell wastes money like that?
“Yes?,”he replies questioningly.
I blink a few times trying to process just how much money he wasted on something he doesn’t even use. And then I promptly stop because it makes me want to vomit. “Right.” Is all I can come up with.
We stand here awkwardly for a few seconds before he walks to the dining room and shows me the ten-person table. The mahogany table is absolutely gorgeous and is surrounded bygraychairs that look like comfy clouds with arms. It’s even staged with beautiful china, including the shiniest silverware that I’ve ever seen. There’s even a large bouquet of fresh flowers in the center, in an obviously real crystal vase.
I look between him and the table a few times, trying to process what I’m seeing, confusion written plain as day all over my face. My heart gives a little thump when I see him turning red. This huge ass man is embarrassed and the ice that I’ve tried, and failed miserably, to keep around my heart, melts a little more. Damn him.
He scratches the side of his head, right behind his ear and gives me the most awkward look that I didn’t think theAdonis-likeman was capable of. “So, well….Dee," hesighs and hangs his head.
I can’t help the tiny giggle that erupts from me. This huge ass man lets his father’s girlfriend stage his house the way she wants it. And I don’t think that I’ve ever been attracted to any man as much as I am to him rightnow. Despite all of his grumbling, the man obviously adores her, and it’s almost too wholesome for words. Almost. “Did she break in and buy you furniture?”
His eyes narrow and if looks could kill, I’d be dead. If any other man looked at me like that, I’d go running for the hills. But the fear just isn’t there. Instead, it’s all gooey marshmallows floating around, because he lets one woman run roughshod all over him. “Ha, ha, very funny.” He rolls his dark eyes. “You’ve met her,” he looks at me and shrugs. “It’s just easier to let her have her way instead of listenin’ to her bitchin’.”
“Uh-huh," Imutter, grinning from ear to ear.
He roughly runs a hand over his face. “That damn woman is goin’ to be the death of me," hegrumbles and walks out of the dining room, motioning for me to follow him.
