The Game Plan (Neighbor from Hell #5)(33)

“You have absolutely no idea what you’re into, because you were with a man who had absolutely no idea how to please a woman in bed,” he snapped right back.

Her mouth moved, but no sound came out as she registered his words and he realized something rather important. She didn’t remember what she’d said to him the other night. Well, if she wasn’t pissed at him before, she definitely was now. So, there really was no point in apologizing at this point, not when he’d ruined any chance he’d had with her. Not that he’d ever really had a chance with her, he realized.

“Look, men just aren’t attracted to me. They go out on one date with me and by the time the appetizers arrive they start looking at me like I’m the sweet little sister that they never had, but suddenly realize that they want. There’s never going to be anything between us, because sooner or later you’re going to realize just like every other guy before you that I’m just not the kind of girl that drives a man crazy.”

He blinked down at her……just blinked, because really what was there to say?

Except maybe……..

“You’re an idiot.”

*-*-*-*

“What the hell?” Danny demanded just as she nailed him in face with the pillow.

“I’m an idiot?” she demanded, pulling the pillow back and with another swing, nailed him in the face again before he managed to grab the pillow from her.

“I’m the idiot?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside.

“Yes!” she hissed, grabbing another pillow and-

“Really?” he calmly asked as he picked her up and placed her on his lap, adjusting her until she was sitting sideways with her legs hanging over the side of his legs. He wrapped his arms loosely around her, but it was clear that he wasn’t going to allow her to move.

“Really!” she said, trying to shove his arms away, but he simply ignored her and kept his arms where they were.

“You’ve been standing me up all this time, because you think that I’m not really attracted to you,” he mused with a rueful shake of his head and a chuckle that she really didn’t appreciate.

“All this time…….,” she repeated back slowly, shaking her head in disbelief. “You only started to bring up this asinine idea of going out a few days ago!”

“True,” he murmured, leaning down so that he could brush his lips along her jaw, startling her. “But, I most definitely don’t see you as a little sister,” he said with a chuckle as he tightened his arms around her and pulled her closer so that she could feel-

“Oh my God,” she whispered around a choked gasp.

“Definitely. Not. A. Sister,” he said, stressing each word as he turned his head and pressed a kiss against her neck, robbing her of the ability to speak or think.

“So,” he continued pressing kisses along her neck and jaw, “why don’t we finish our date and at the end of the night you let me show you just how enjoyable a goodnight kiss can be.”

*-*-*-*

“What the f*ck just happened?” he asked as he stood there, staring at the door and wondering where he’d gone wrong.

He’d had Tinkerbelle in his arms, holding her, brushing his lips against her soft skin, and was saying all the right things one minute and the next……..

He’d been unceremoniously kicked out, the bowl of popcorn shoved in his hands and the door slammed shut in his face. She’d even ignored him when he’d inquired about a goodnight kiss. He stood there for another minute until he accepted the fact that she wasn’t coming back and he realized that he was starting to look like an idiot standing there.

“Shit,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he reluctantly turned around and headed back to his apartment.

He paused in front of his broken door long enough to pick it up and lean it against the doorway, making a mental note to fix it tomorrow along with his wall and furniture. Greedy bastards, he thought, shaking his head in disgust as he kicked a piece of what was left of his entertainment center out of his way and headed towards his bathroom.

What the hell was wrong with him? he couldn’t help but wonder as he forced himself to stand beneath ice cold water ten minutes later. The first woman that he’d been attracted to since he woke up from the coma wasn’t interested in him. She didn’t want him, didn’t like him and he was a f*cking moron for not seeing it sooner. He should probably move on, but……

He wasn’t going to give up, but he was going to back off for a few days and start all over again, he decided as he shut the water off and stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He’d force himself to keep his hands to himself, he’d take his time getting to know her, but more importantly he’d give her the chance to get to know him. He’d f*cked up, made a horrible first impression and had startled Tinkerbelle.

It was going to kill him to take this slowly, but he was going to do it, he decided, resigning himself to more ice cold showers in the future. He crawled in bed and pulled the sheet up over his lap, ignoring the way that the cool cotton sheet brushed over his straining erection. He folded his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. It was going to kill him to keep his hands to himself, but he would do it because he had a new game plan.

He was still planning on wooing her, but now he was going to have to be sneaky about it. He’d give her a few days to cool off and when she stopped giving him looks that caused his balls to tighten up in fear, he would approach her, start with small talk, grab coffee, drinks after work and when she finally let her guard down, he’d go in for the kill.