In Bed with the Beast_The Naughty Princess Club by Tara Sivec

Author:Tara Sivec [Sivec, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2018-06-04T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 19: This is Me Refusing to Share

It’s been three days since Vincent’s outburst and him “saving me” from my date with Dusty. Once again, we’re like two ships passing in the night, except the ships are listing to the side with holes in them, taking on water and everyone is drowning.

Okay, maybe I’m being a bit dramatic, but to say things have been awkward and strained between us is putting it mildly. He’s been overly polite with me during the few minutes each day we see each other, which I’m quickly realizing I don’t like one bit. I’ve actually grown to kind of like his surly, overbearing nature. And ever since our quiet, uncomfortable ride home from the bar that night, the door to the library has remained unlocked and wide open. Yet, I can’t bring myself to walk in there no matter how much that room screams to me to come inside, curl up by the fire, and read a book.

It feels like an invasion of privacy now. There’s something about that room he feels very strongly about, and even though he’s clearly left it open for me, I just can’t do it. Not until he tells me why. Not until I can understand what it is about this room that pushed him over the edge when I went in without his permission.

On top of all of this confusion, I don’t even know where we stand on the whole teaching me how to be sexy and flirty thing. Does he still want to do it? Do I still want him to teach me how to do it? Does coming after me, apologizing, and being sweet mean he really does like me, regardless of what he said? And do I still like him and want to see if anything more could develop between us?

“You can go in there, you know.”

I jump when I hear Vincent’s low voice behind me, whirling around guiltily to find him standing behind me right outside the library, his hair damp from his recent shower, wearing his usual pair of well-worn jeans, black motorcycle boots and a T-shirt that fits him like a glove. Since it’s early morning, I thought for sure he’d be sleeping the day away after working so late last night, but I guess not. The scent of Irish Spring overwhelms me, and I have to squeeze my hands into fists and lock my knees together to stop myself from taking a step forward to smell him.

Well, I guess that answers my question about whether or not I still like him.

When I don’t answer him right away, he grabs one of my hands and pulls me into the library, stopping right next to the ladder on wheels.

“Go ahead. I know you’re dying to climb it.”

I really don’t want him to see how happy this makes me, but I can’t help it. I let out an excited squeal and quickly grab onto the rungs, climbing a few of them with a huge smile on my face.

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