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"How neighborly," he said and opened the door wider. "Want to come in?"
"Sure," she slipped past him, almost swooning as she brushed against his chest as he held the door for her.
He took the plate from her, and she followed him into the kitchen. She had only been in his house a few times, and usually only for formal dinners. He had updated the place, it was modernized, and the kitchen was all top of the line, with granite countertops and gleaming appliances. She wondered if he could cook. That was sexy.
"Thought you might have come back to pick off where we left off the other night?" He said, and she could hear the grin in his voice even though his back was to her as he pulled something down from a cabinet.
When he turned, she saw he had two wine glasses in his hand. She nodded when he held it up to her questioningly. He pulled a bottle of red from a rack under the island in the middle of the kitchen and uncorked it expertly, pouring her glass with finesse. Twenty-something guys in New York could barely manage that. It was impressive that this Southern Mississippi boy could pull off those swoon-worthy moves.
"Just returning a plate, though. I can't stay long," she took the wine glass from him and smiled when his mouth tilted into a frown.
"Stay a bit," he said. The look in his eyes gave her no room to wiggle out of it. She couldn't leave, not the way he was looking at her.
"Ok," she said over a gulp of the wine.
"Let's go out to the porch," he said, and there was no mistaking that he wanted to bring them full circle back to the conversation from the other night. Grant was persistent. She had to give him that. She hadn't made up her mind if she was going to let this happen. Still, as he tugged at her arm, felt the warmth of his skin on hers, and saw him look her up and down in that all-encompassing way of his, she knew she just might give him exactly what he wanted.
They settled into their assigned spots. Again, Melissa leaned against the railing as they sat down on the steps. She had an unobstructed view of her family's outdoor living area. She could imagine how many times Grant had sat in this exact spot and watched as she fucked guy after guy.
"You liked that I watched." He eerily picked up on her thoughts.
"You always looked at me in a certain way."
"What way?"
"With such an intensity. I did like it."
"I felt like you were teasing me."
"I wasn't. I would have never been with you back then. You were too —" Melissa didn't want to say anything insulting.
"I was too, what?" He asked.
"You were a year younger and nothing like the guys I dated."
"Jocks."
"Yeah," she said with a sigh.
"I thought you fucked them where I could see to rub it in that I wasn't anything like them."
"It wasn't that at all. I like to be watched. Especially by you," she said. It was hard admitting that. She had barely admitted it herself. But, when she began to date in New York, she found that some of the best encounters she had were when she could be seen. The windows wide open in her apartment. A hurried encounter in Central Park. That time at the club in the VIP section. Fuck.
"It drove me crazy."
"I didn't mean to drive you crazy. I thought…"
"You thought what?" He pried.
"That I was rewarding you."
"It was torture to watch you with all those times," he took a sip of his wine and held her eyes, accusing, hurt, dark with want.
"I didn't mean to," was all she could respond with.
"I know." He let a small smile slip through, and she smiled back.
"Let me make it up to you?" She shifted closer.
