He Loves Me Not by Deborah Bladon

Author:Deborah Bladon [Bladon, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Deborah Bladon
Published: 2021-05-02T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

Roman

“You don’t live here?” Bianca’s gaze stays trained on the view out the windows of this penthouse apartment. “Why not?”

The answer to that is too long, complicated, and personal for me to answer right now.

“It didn’t feel like home,” I sum everything up in that tidy package. “It’s on the market, but I doubt like hell the broker will bring anyone through at this time of night.”

She lets out a giggle that shakes her shoulders. “If you’re selling this place, where do you live? It would have to be a castle to beat this apartment.”

It’s home. I live in a place that finally feels like home.

This penthouse is a reminder of a life I’d rather forget.

“It’s different,” I admit.

“Different as in more square feet and a better view?” She glances over her shoulder at me. “Because that’s hard to imagine.”

“Where do you live?”

That turns her right around. The light streaming into this main room from the hallway casts a shadow on her, highlighting her curves.

I want my hands on her now.

I need to touch her, kiss her, and feel myself inside of her.

“Madison Avenue,” she says quietly. “In a building with a nosy doorman and a neighbor who thinks I steal her food.”

“Sounds like the makings of a great sitcom.”

She laughs that off. “I like it. My apartment is big enough for me. The rent is reasonable. I feel safe there.”

“Do you feel safe here?”

I debated bringing her here, but the building is always bustling with people. We rode the elevator up with six others before they departed on lower floors. There’s nothing in here that speaks of my life. I removed all the pictures from the walls, and cleared out my belongings on the day I got the keys to the three-bedroom apartment I live in now.

Sometimes, walking into the inner sanctum of another person’s life can douse the heat of the moment.

It’s happened to me.

I’ve gone home with women who wanted to give me hints into their private lives. When I’m only looking for a fuck, I don’t want to see family photographs or gain insight into their decorating choices.

I want that with Bianca, but there was hesitation in her eyes when we talked about where to go tonight. I could tell that she’s not ready to take me home with her yet.

“I do feel safe,” she says. “I don’t think you’re an ax murderer.”

I huff out a laugh. “I’m far from it.”

She steps closer to me. “What are you?”

I want to tell her. Jesus, do I want to confess that to her. I’m more than an attorney who works hard for every dollar he earns.

“A man who wants you.”

The corners of her lips curve up. “You have condoms.”

“Several,” I admit, tapping the back pocket of my pants.

“And high hopes.” She laughs.

“Need,” I say without a hint of amusement in my tone. “I have a desperate need for you, Bianca.”

She inches closer still. “Need is a strong word.”

“It’s not strong enough to describe what I’m feeling.” I keep my gaze trained on her face to see her reaction.

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