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“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.” Lincoln pinches his brows together.
My heart stalls. Was this all just a ruse?
My face reddens with embarrassment. “Okay. I think I would like to go home now.”
I’m instantly being snapped out of this lust-filled haze by his rejection.
“You sure?” His frown deepens.
“Yeah, I need to get back and let Pom-pom out. I’ll grab my purse and go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you at the front. Can you order a cab?”
He nods, his face is full of concern. I weave my way through the crowds with a heavy heart, retrieve my purse, and escape to the bathroom.
Making my way back up the stairs, I can’t work out how I read his signals wrong. He said he wanted me and his body sure feels like it wants me too. He knows I want him.
Oh well, the next five weeks working with him are going to be fun. I let out a heavy sigh at that thought.
Lincoln is already standing on the sidewalk with the cab door open, waiting for me. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I push my shoulders back and summon some positive energy back into my body.
The cab journey is a complete contrast to the whole evening and you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. Lincoln doesn't utter a word my way and his knee has bounced up and down the entire cab ride to my house. He’s been chewing on his thumbnail for the last five minutes.
Pulling up outside my house, I turn and thank him for a wonderful evening, then lean in and peck a quick kiss on his cheek. “Stay in the cab. I’ll see myself in. See you Monday.”
He doesn’t move from his seat. He watches me intently and says a soft good night.
I thought he wanted me.
I was clearly wrong.
What happened this evening? How was it all so perfect and then not?
By the time I let myself in, let Pom-pom out for a quick pee, remove my makeup and have a quick shower, my mind is more awake than ever as my head hits the pillow of my bed.
The ringer on my phone makes me jump. Who the hell is calling at one in the morning?
I pull the charger out of my phone so I can pick it up off the nightstand. His name in pure white letters lights the screen.
Lincoln.
I sigh and accept the call. “Hello.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“For tonight.”
“I had a great night.” It’s not a lie; it was great until he said he didn’t want to come back to my place.
“You did until I was an asshole.”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine. It’s just…”
“I know. You are taking a break from all women. Whatever.” I rub my forehead. “The guy who slept with everyone turns good and doesn’t want to sleep with me. It’s fine, I get it. And maybe I came on too strong. I’m such a fool.”
