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“I’m done. Promise.” I nod as I grab her hand and lead her through the crowd of people and over toward where the tables are set up. People are eating, drinking and just having a good time. I pull out a chair, and Olson sits before I sit next to her and grab us some food.
“You eat this late?”
“Come on, Olson. Don’t be that girl,” I tell her with a grin.
“I’m not that girl!” She protests.
“Then eat with me. I’m starving.” I grab the chicken on my plate and take a bite while I watch her. Finally, she gives in and eats with me. I don’t make it a point to look at her since I know some girls get nervous when guys watch them eat, although I’ve never noticed it before with her.
“You havin’ a good time?” Tarek asks her when he drops into the chair across from her.
“You do what I asked you to?”
“Yeah. Already delivered,” he says, winking at me. I nod my head and say thanks. I have a surprise for Olson tomorrow, and I hope she likes it.
“I’m having the best time,” Olson tells him.
“Good. It’s good to see Ridge with a woman he likes.”
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“He doesn’t really like the club girls,” Tarek blurts out. Olson glances over and looks at me, but I just shrug my shoulders.
“Not my thing.”
“What is your thing?”
“Pretty blondes,” I tell her as I reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. I see her blush, and it’s beautiful on her.
“You have a thing for blondes?” she asks me in a teasing tone.
“A certain one, yeah.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“I think it could go either way,” I tell her. She stares at me, her eyes boring into mine. It’s like she can see into my goddamn soul, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
“It’ll be hard, Ridge. I know it will be, but …” she trails off.
“I know. I’ve been thinkin’ about it too. I just don’t see it workin’ Olson. I want it too, fuck, I do, but we live two different lives,” I remind her. She sighs, and I know my words hurt her. Hell, they hurt me too. I don’t want to let her go that easily, but she has a life out there.
“For now?” she asks, throwing my words back at me from earlier.
“For now, you’re mine.” She leans over and rests her head on my shoulder, and everything else in the world feels right. So why the hell is the thought of her leaving tearing me up inside? Why do I know she has to go, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it?
20
Olson
Iwoke up to Ridge between my legs, licking and sucking at me. He nibbled the inside of my thigh, and I couldn’t imagine waking up any other way.
We slept in most of Christmas day, which has been nice, and now he’s off making coffee. I leave tomorrow. The fact that I have to go is sitting heavily in my chest. I don’t want to go, and that’s a first for me. Any other year, and I was the first out the door. Not this time. This time, I want to be here. I want to stay.
I stretch as I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stand when Ridge comes in with two coffees in his hand. He walks toward me, a smile on his face, before passing me one and kissing me once more.
“Why are you so happy?”
“It’s Christmas. Isn’t everyone happy for that?” he asks me. I shrug my shoulders unsure of what to say. I’m not that happy today. I know in less than a day that, I have to leave, and that isn’t sitting well with me.
