Mystery Man (Dream Man #1)(17)
His brows shot up. “Why not?”
“Because it will upset them and worry them and, I’ll repeat, upset them,” I retorted.
His hands went to his h*ps and he replied, “Sweet Pea, I was a man with two daughters in trouble, I’d wanna know and I would not be happy that knowledge was kept from me.”
“Maybe so but I’m a daughter with a sister in trouble who knows a lot more about my family dynamic than you do and you might think you’d want to know but, trust me, Dad does not want to know and what’s more, Meredith shouldn’t know.”
“You need to explain shit to them,” he informed me and I felt my temper spike so I got closer to his face.
“Don’t tell me how to deal with my family,” I snapped.
“I can keep you safe, Gwen, and I will but I’m not expending energy to sort out your sister’s shit. She doesn’t pull off a miracle, things are gonna go bad for her. They gotta know that’s a strong eventuality.”
There was a lot of ground I needed to cover so I started multitasking.
“I’m glad you brought that up,” I told him. “You are not doing anything, not only for Ginger but also for me. You can take down your cameras and stop keeping tabs. You and I, we’re over.”
He grinned then he said, “We had this conversation earlier, babe.”
“Yes, you told me you end things but you live in Badass World. I live in the Real World and in the Real World, when a woman says it’s over, it carries the same weight as when a man says it.”
Hawk’s eyes drifted over my face.
Then he murmured, “See my mistake.”
“What?” I snapped.
His eyes moved to mine. “Shoulda given you time not f**kin’ you, missed out.”
“What?” I repeated on another snap.
His hands lifted and came to my jaws so I instantly jerked my head free of his hands and took a step back.
Then, so suddenly my breath flew out of me and I couldn’t say for certain how it actually happened, I was pinned to the wall by his big, hard body, his hands were at my jaws in a way I couldn’t jerk my face free and his face was right in my face.
“About five seconds after I left you today, things between you and me, they changed,” he informed me in a quiet voice.
I felt my brows draw together as my mind processed the fact that this was not good.
“Changed?” I asked. “How?”
“You got attitude, the kind I like. So I decided I’m gonna ride that attitude wave of yours, see how things work out.”
I blinked. Then I did it again.
“You’re going to ride my attitude wave?” I asked even though, firstly, I didn’t really know what that meant so even if he affirmed I couldn’t be sure how that would affect me and secondly, I didn’t like talking about him riding anything that had to do with me.
“Yeah,” he answered and I was right, I didn’t know what that meant but I did know what it meant for him was that we weren’t over.
“You’re right,” I told him. “Earlier today, things between you and me changed but it happened about five minutes before you walked out and the way they changed means you and I are over.”
His eyes never left me and he didn’t speak but he shook his head.
“Listen to me,” I demanded. “I just learned your name, not your real name, your nickname. I just learned you have a business, you have ‘boys’ and you watch my house. I’ve known you for over a year and you didn’t tell me any of that shit directly. This isn’t working for me anymore. This has been not right for a long time and finding out you’ve intruded into my life, investigated me, kept watch on me without my knowledge makes it not only just not right but very, very wrong. Therefore, we are over.”
He studied me for awhile then his thumb swept my jaw before he remarked, “See you’ve decided not to make the right play.”
“And I see that you think it’s not the right play because it’s not the play you want me to make.”
He smiled and informed me, “You don’t get it, babe. That heat in your eyes, that mouth of yours…” his thumb did another sweep as his face got even closer and when he spoke again, his voice dipped lower, “used to be, I thought about visiting you, could let myself start to get hard. Now, I just think about you, I start to get hard. You wanna play this with that attitude, Sweet Pea, I’m tellin’ you, that is not the right play because that attitude of yours is not a turn off.”
“Stop calling me Sweet Pea,” I snapped because I was again freaking out and I was trying to hide it.
His smile got bigger. “There it is,” he whispered, “and I like it.”
“Step away,” I demanded, pushing at his waist where my hands were but he didn’t move.
“There it is again.”
I clamped my mouth shut and glared at him.
He emitted another short, amused, deep, manly chuckle.
Then his lips hit mine and he murmured, “Hot.”
And me being me, in other words my mother’s daughter and a screaming loser, felt that one word murmured against my lips give me a tickle, a sweet one in a very private place.
Shit!
I pulled my head back the half an inch his face and the wall afforded me and I called, “Hello? Break-in? Sister in serious shit? Parents downstairs? The middle of the night? I’ve got deadlines, loads of work to do, a house that’s unsafe and I need to go to sleep so I can wake up tomorrow with the energy to get my life under control. Now can you please step away?”