Reading His Mind by Melissa Shirley

Author:Melissa Shirley [Shirley, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Published: 2015-04-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The bathroom had some sort of marble tub in which I would have died a happy woman had I drowned there. The bed linens boasted a three million thread count, and the blackout curtains plunged me into a darkness so deep my eyes failed to adjust. This would have allowed me a peaceful slumber had I not been so damn aware of Jace laid out on the other bed, breathing the serene breath of untortured sleep. I wanted to yell a resounding bullshit, but instead, I lay there listening to him. He didn’t snore. Didn’t talk in his sleep. Didn’t even have a dream to entertain me. He just kept breathing in and out, not giving a single thought to amuse me.

Even knowing he wanted Mel did nothing to quell the lust I thought we had dispensed with in the elevator after his unfortunate faux pas with her name. Lust, an evil, devious bitch of an emotion, worked with brutal determination to ruin my Las Vegas luxury hotel experience.

I flopped onto my side then flipped back. I flailed around like a fish out of water in the most comfortable bed I’d ever tried to sleep on.

“Tell me something about you, Lyric.” His voice, soft and deep, shattered the quiet. “Something I don’t know.”

I jumped. “You don’t know anything about me.” Much quieter, I added, “Not anymore.”

“I know.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m trying to fix that. A little cooperation might be handy.”

“Okay. Fine.” I searched the details of my somewhat boring life for something that didn’t make me sound pathetic. “I usually hate big hotel chains. I stay away from them whenever I can. Although, after seeing this room, I might have to reconsider my position.”

“So, you rent an apartment in every town you work in?”

I laughed. “Sometimes it would be cheaper, but no. I try to find those cute little bed and breakfasts where they cook for you and clean your room.”

“That’s boring. I meant something that says a little bit about who you are.” He sounded let down. Guilt ate at me.

“Well, if you let me finish, I might give you some of that amazing insight.”

“Sorry.”

Because the dark surrounded me, robbing Jace of the opportunity to see my embarrassment, my mind switched into true-confessions mode. “Sometimes, if the place is just right, I pretend it’s home and the people are my family—the one I always wished I had.” I chuckled. “Tragic enough for you?” Because he’d gone silent and I really wanted to know why, I closed my eyes, listening to the thoughts inside him. He wanted to wrap his arms around me, kiss away the sounds of the sadness he believed he’d heard in my voice. “I didn’t tell you that to make you feel sorry for me.” His pity fired me up with anger. “I have a good life. Well, except the shoe thing tonight. But, ordinarily, I love my life. I travel, meet a lot of people and, until tonight, it has been years since I felt like a freak.

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