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"It won't happen again." I lie. Not on purpose, but rather because I know the chances of it happening again is high. At the end of the day, it's the right thing to say to put her mind at ease. I have nowhere else to go, I have to make this work with her even if it means washing dishes and learning how to vacuum.
"Thank you, I appreciate it. I didn't want to make a big deal out of this, but this is so new I wanted to make sure our lines of communication are open. Speaking of which, we should exchange phone numbers." Melanie pauses and I'm guessing her mind went back to the night in the club when we didn't even exchange names before we were exchanging moans.
"So that we can easily reach out when necessary." I find it surprising that this makes her more uncomfortable than making out - and almost fucking - a stranger.
"Hand me your phone ... please." When she took control in the club, it was hot. Being told all the things she wanted me to do to her lit up a part of me that I didn't know existed. But now, her tone is different. And maybe it's because she doesn't have her hand around my cock, but I feel like I am being looked down on and I'm not sure I like it.
"I can type it in myself if that's cool with you." I pull my phone from the pocket of my sweatpants, still in the plastic bag that keeps it safe from the debris on the construction site. This is my chance to keep some semblance of control in this situation. I tug on the sides of the bag to pop it open, my phone warm inside after being trapped in its own heat all day.
The screen wakes up, shining its vibrant light and reflecting back a picture of my brothers and I as kids. I am an infant, not even able to sit up on my own and my eyes are barely open. But Lucas and Colton have the biggest smiles on their faces, the Christmas tree in the background covered in handmade ornaments, colorful lights and erratically placed tinsel. Mom would always joke when we were younger that I was their favorite Christmas present the year I was born and she didn't even have to put a bow on my head.
As an adult, having a birthday close to Christmas is the best. It's my favorite holiday and I can get away with having as many parties as I want because people are already in the festive spirit. I'm not sure how that will work this year living with miss no-party-pants over here, but I'm sure I can find a way to celebrate my birthday all December long.
"If you insist." She rolls her eyes and I almost miss it while I am pulling open my contact book. "My full name is Melanie Harper. M - E - L ..."
" I got it." I cut her off before she can finish spelling her name, knowing damn well that I will spell it how it sounds and that there are zero last names in my phone. I rattle my phone number off to her, not bothering to tell her my full name since I know she already knows I am a Reeve.
"Anything else? I am starving and was going to order a pizza. No dishes." I give her a smartass smirk and she tries to hide her smile when her gaze locks back on me.
"That was all I needed to talk about. Do you mind if I order with you? I love this place around the corner called 3.14, Delaney and I used to order there all the time." She is being civil and I sure as hell won't pass up this opportunity to keep things moving in the right direction since we need to cohabitate for at least the next six months.
"Sure, might as well not pay double delivery fees. What is your favorite from there?"
"I mean I can walk to get it, it's not too far. I usually get either the chicken cordon bleu or the buffalo chicken calzone ... but I don't think I am in the mood for something spicy right now." There she goes again bringing up our first meeting and how everything went down. I will forever be haunted by those fucking ghost pepper wings.
"We both had a long day, I will pay the delivery if you want. Cordon bleu? That sounds ... interesting. What's in it?"
"Oh man, it's so good. So instead of red sauce, it has Alfredo so it's extra cheesy. Then it has grilled chicken and ham chunks, plus mozzarella cheese. So basically if you like cheese, it will be right up your alley."
"Sounds bomb. Think we can share a large?"
"Yeah, that works. If there are any leftovers we can divide them up so we get an equal share. I will put the order in, they already know my phone number so it will go quicker."
I give her a nod but in my head I am wondering why sharing a pizza has to be so complicated.
"I have some cash in my wallet, let me know what I owe you." I walk back to my room, pulling my wallet from the jeans crumpled in my chair and grab a ten dollar bill. Not knowing how much her fancy sounding pizza will cost, I grab a twenty as well.
"Pizza will be here in about thirty minutes." Melanie's voice carries down the hall to where I am in my room. As much as I wish it didn’t, when I hear her voice all I can think of is when she was telling me to take her into the bathroom and have my way with her. My cock stiffens in my pants which hide absolutely nothing. If you look long enough, you can even see the outline of my cock when I'm soft. Apparently it's a thing that girls go crazy for online, but I'm not sure Melanie is going to be one of those girls.
She was all fun and carefree in Galactic, giving in to her primal needs and urges. But now, she is all about rules and washing dishes, burying down the sexy chick I met.
I contemplate going back out there and sitting with her, but the wood in my pants tells me I need to wait a few more minutes. I sit on my bed, and then lay down, and before I know it, her voice is in my dream. She says sweet and dirty things, luring me to the bathroom to have my way with her, my name sounding like a prayer on her lips.
Her hand pushes against my shoulder, pinning me to the wall and she says my name again. It's alluring. She didn't know my name the first time and now I hate the thought of her ever NOT saying my name like that, all out of breath and craving to be fucked.
She calls my name again, louder this time and less intimate, more demanding. She must want me to pound her harder, begging for more.
I hear my name again and I realize her lips aren't moving. The words are coming from real life, pulling me from the dream state that I am in like a fish caught on a line, the surface approaching fast and bright.
My eyes shoot open and Melanie is kneeling next to my bed - a mattress sitting on the floor - with her hand on my shoulder.
"You were having a nightmare, you were breathing all weird when I came in here. The pizza just got delivered."
The scariest part of my dream was that it ended before the good parts, way too close to the reality. I shift on my bed, thankful that the way I am laying blocks the rod in my pants from being noticed by her.
"Thanks, I'll be right out." I send her away and she goes without argument.
Fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought.
