Entwined with You(16)

I walked back to my place, no longer caring if I wilted since I was going to get messy at the gym anyway. When the elevator in my apartment building let me out on my floor, I found my gaze drifting to the door next to mine. My fingers toyed with the key Gideon had given me. The idea of letting myself in to check out his apartment was intriguing. Would it be similar to his Fifth Avenue place? Or totally different?


Gideon’s penthouse was stunning, with prewar architecture and old-world charm. It was a space that exuded affluence, while still remaining warm and inviting. I could as easily picture children in the space as I could foreign dignitaries.


What would his temporary digs be like? Scarce furniture, nonexistent art, and a bare kitchen? How settled in was he?


Pausing outside my apartment, I stared at his door and debated with myself. In the end, I resisted the temptation. I wanted him to walk me inside.


I stepped into my living room to the sound of female laughter. I wasn’t surprised to find a long-legged blonde curled up next to Cary on my white couch, her hand in his lap, stroking him through his sweats. He was still shirtless, his arm tossed around Tatiana Cherlin’s shoulders, his fingers idly stroking her biceps.


“Hey, baby girl,” he greeted me with a grin. “How was work?”


“Same old. Hi, Tatiana.”


Her reply was a chin jerk. She was striking, which was to be expected since she was a model. Looks aside, I hadn’t really liked her all that much the first few times I met her, and I still didn’t. But looking at Cary, I had to admit she might be good for him for now.


His bruises were gone, but he was still recovering from a brutal beating, an ambush by Nathan that had set in motion the events separating me from Gideon now.


“I’m going to change and head out to the gym,” I said, moving toward the hallway.


Behind me, I heard Cary tell Tatiana, “Hang on a sec, I’ve got to talk to my girl.”


I entered my room and tossed my purse on my bed. I was digging in my dresser when Cary came to lounge in my doorway. “How are you feeling?” I asked him.


“Better.” His green eyes glittered wickedly. “How ’bout you?”


“Better.”


He crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Is that thanks to whoever was knocking boots with you last night?”


Closing the drawer with my hip, I shot back, “Seriously? I can’t hear you in your room. How come you can hear me in mine?”


He tapped his temple. “Sex radar. I has it.”


“What does that mean? That I don’t have sex radar?”


“More like Cross blew your circuits during one of his sexathons. Still can’t get over that man’s stamina. Wish he’d swing my way and wear me out.”


I threw my sports bra at him.


He caught it deftly, laughing. “So? Who was it?”


I bit my lip, not wanting to lie to the one person who always gave it to me straight, even when it hurt. But I had to. “A guy who works in the Crossfire.”


His smile fading, Cary stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. “And you just up and decided to bring him home and f*ck his brains out all night? I thought you went to your Krav Maga class.”


“I did. He lives near here and I ran into him after class. One thing led to another …”


“Should I be worried?” he asked quietly, studying my face as he handed my sports bra back to me. “You haven’t had a random screw in a long time.”


“It’s not like that.” I forced myself to hold Cary’s gaze, knowing that if I didn’t, he’d never believe me. “I’m … seeing him. We’re having dinner tonight.”


“Am I going to meet him?”


“Sure. Not today, though. I’m going to his place.”


His lips pursed. “You’re not telling me something. Spit it out.”


I sidestepped the question. “I saw you kissing Trey in the kitchen this morning.”


“Okay.”


“Things going good with you two?”


“Can’t complain.”


Yikes. When Cary was on to something, he wouldn’t let it go. I sidestepped again.


“I talked to Brett today,” I said as casually as possible, trying not to make a big deal out of it. “He called me at work. And no, he wasn’t the guy from last night.”


His brows rose. “What’d he want?”


Kicking off my shoes, I headed to the bathroom to wash off what was left of my makeup. “He’s coming back to New York for the debut of a music video for ‘Golden.’ He asked me to go with him.”


“Eva—” he began, in that low warning tone parents save for bratty children.


“I want you to come with.”


That set him back a bit. “As a chaperone? Don’t you trust yourself?”


I looked at his reflection in the mirror. “I’m not getting back together with him, Cary. Not that we were ever really together to begin with, so stop worrying about that. I want you there because I think you’ll have fun and I don’t want to lead Brett on. He agreed we’d go as friends, but I think the concept needs to be drummed into him, just to be safe. And fair.”