Bad for You (Sea Breeze #7)(15)
Glancing out the window I saw Blythe stepping out of her car with her backpack slung over her arm. The skirt she wore had my complete and full attention. Those long legs of hers looked so damn smooth. Did she like to have them touched? Would she make sweet whimpers when I touched her?
“How long will it take until you can play again?” the female I had forgotten about asked.
I tore my gaze off Blythe as she walked toward the building. Our dinner would be here any minute and I only had an hour and a half to spend with her before I went to our gig tonight.
“I gotta run. That was great. Thanks,” I said pulling my jeans up and zipping them before reaching for the T-shirt on the sofa.
Scanning the room I searched for my wallet, but noticed the girl still on her knees with a disbelieving expression on her face. What had she expected? I told them last night I just liked to f**k. Nothing more. She was the one who showed back up today. I didn’t ask her to.
“You’re just gonna leave?” she asked.
“Yeah, and so are you,” I replied.
She didn’t move. Shit. She was gonna be dramatic. I wasn’t in the mood for dramatic. I shouldn’t have let her give me head. Bad f**king idea, Krit. Make her think you owe her something.
“Listen, love. I told you last night I don’t do girls more than once. You wanted to get naked and prance around in front of me and all I wanted was a release. You gave me that and we’re done. Last night you got a helluva lot more orgasms than me. So we’re even,” the disbelief in her eyes turned to fury as she stood up. Those nice tits were appealing but I had better things to do. “Go get dressed. I gotta go,” I reminded her as I pointed to the bathroom door.
“You’re a bastard,” she hissed.
“Yes I am. Now get your clothes on.”
BLYTHE
After changing into a pair of cutoff sweatpants and a tank top, I dug my glasses out of my bag and put them on, then pulled my hair up into a messy bun to get it out of the way. Tonight I planned on writing, but first I had to find something to cook for dinner. I had bought several things at the store that I could easily make. I just wasn’t sure what I was in the mood for.
On my way to the kitchen a knock sounded at my door and I stopped and stared at it. That had to be Krit. No one else ever came by. Glancing down at myself I debated on running back in the room and changing. At least jerking my hair back down and taking off these glasses.
No. I would not do that. Krit wasn’t here to be impressed with how I looked. He probably just wanted advice on a shirt. I forced myself to walk over to the door just as I was and open it up.
Krit’s slow grin lit up his face as he took in the way I was dressed. At least I could amuse him. “Aren’t you too f**king adorable for words,” he said.
I wasn’t adorable but I wasn’t going to argue with him. “Hey,” I replied, then the smell of pizza hit my nose and I realized he wasn’t empty handed. He was carrying a box from the pizza place down the street.
He held the box out so I could see it. “I need help eating this,” he said with his entirely too sexy grin on his face.
Why he was here yet again with food to share with me I wasn’t sure. Did he really like being around me? Was this what friendship was? I stepped back and let him walk inside. He stopped in front of me and lifted a finger and touched the tip of my nose. “Those glasses,” he said and chuckled and shook his head. Then he walked toward the table with the pizza.
He hadn’t looked like he was making fun of me and my glasses, but what had he meant by that? I closed the door and gave myself a moment to adjust to him being in here before turning to look at him. He was already walking into the kitchen to help himself to plates.
If he was teasing me about my glasses that was okay because friends teased each other. Right? I think they did. I could handle some friendly teasing. I knew I looked like a complete nerd in my glasses. It wasn’t like I thought they were attractive. Krit was used to the women in his world being beautiful and perfect. Maybe that was why he liked me. He didn’t get distracted by my looks.
That was a completely depressing thought.
“You gonna stand there frowning at this perfectly yummy pizza or come eat some?” Krit asked as he held out a plate to me.
I was being awkward again. He was here to be nice and friendly and I was making this weird. I shoved my thoughts about why Krit was here aside and forced a smile. He had brought me dinner. I wouldn’t have to cook now. This was a good thing. I wasn’t here to waste time with a guy anyway. I had a life to build. A book to write. I had goals.
“That’s my girl,” he said as I took the plate from his hand.
I wasn’t his girl. He didn’t mean anything by that. Telling myself that didn’t keep my silly heart from picking up its pace. But then all Krit had to do was grin at me or wink and my heart went into a frenzy. It was as if my body couldn’t deal with the excitement that came along with Krit.
“How’s the job?” Krit asked as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
I shrugged. Not much to tell him really. “Good. I enjoy it. I don’t deal with a lot of people and the pastor is really nice.” I didn’t mention Linc. Especially after the kiss we had shared today. I wasn’t ready to talk about Linc. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling where he was concerned. And I didn’t need Krit reading into anything I said.