Entwined with You(17)

“You should’ve said no.”


“I tried.”


“No is no, baby girl. Not that difficult.”


“Shut up!” I scrubbed at one eye with a makeup remover towelette. “It’s bad enough I got guilted into going! You thought it’d be funny for me to attend that concert without knowing who I’d see there. I don’t need shit from you.”


Because I was sure to get enough of that from Gideon …


Cary scowled. “What the hell do you have to feel guilty for?”


“Brett got his ass kicked because of me!”


“Nooo, he got an ass-kicking because he kissed a beautiful girl without thinking about the consequences. He should’ve expected you to be taken. And what burrowed up your anal cavity and rotted?”


“I don’t need a lecture about Brett, okay?” What I needed was Cary’s take on my relationship with Gideon and the concerns I had, but I couldn’t reach out to my best friend. That made everything going wrong in my life even more unsettling. I felt totally alone and adrift. “I’ve told you, I’m not taking that road again.”


“Glad to hear it.”


I told him what I could of the truth, because I knew he wouldn’t judge. “I’m still in love with Gideon.”


“Of course you are,” he agreed simply. “For what it’s worth, I’m sure your breakup is eating at him, too.”


I hugged him. “Thank you.”


“For what?”


“Being you.”


He snorted. “I’m not saying you should wait for him. Whatever Cross’s deal is doesn’t matter—he snoozes, he loses. But I don’t think you’re ready to jump into some other dude’s bed. You can’t do casual sex, Eva. It means something to you; that’s why you get so f*cked up when you just give it away.”


“It never works,” I agreed, stepping away to finish cleaning my face. “Will you go with me to the video premiere?”


“Yeah, I’ll go.”


“Want to bring Trey or Tatiana?”


Shaking his head, he turned to the mirror and arranged his hair with practiced sweeps of his hands. “Then it’d be like a double date. Better if I’m the third wheel. More impact.”


I watched his reflection, my mouth curving in a soft smile. “I love you.”


He blew me a kiss. “Then take care of yourself, baby girl. That’s all I need.”


MY favorite housewarming gift was Waterford martini glasses. To me, it was just the right blend of luxury, fun, and usefulness. I’d given a set to a college friend who had no idea what Waterford crystal was but loved appletinis, and I’d given a set to my mother, who didn’t drink martinis but loved Waterford. It was a gift I’d even feel comfortable giving to Gideon Cross, a man who had more money than was comprehensible.


But stemware wasn’t what I clutched in my hands as I knocked on his door.


Nervous, I shifted on my feet and ran a hand down my hip to smooth my dress. I’d dolled myself up after getting back from the gym, taking the time to really work my New Eva hairstyle and smoky eye shadow. My pale pink lipstick was smudgeproof and I wore a little black dress that was a halter with a low draping neckline and an even lower back.


The short dress showed a lot of leg, which I accentuated with peep-toe Jimmy Choos. I wore the diamond hoops I’d chosen for our first date and the ring he’d given me, a striking piece that had interlacing gold ropes hugged by diamond Xs—the Xs representing Gideon holding on to the various threads of me.


The door opened and I swayed a little on my feet, struck by the gorgeous, sexy-as-sin man who greeted me. Gideon must have been feeling sentimental, too. He had on the same black sweater he’d worn to the nightclub where we’d first really hung out together. It looked amazing on him—the perfect blend of casual and elegant sexiness. Paired with graphite gray dress slacks and bare feet, the effect on me was pure, white-hot desire.


“Christ,” he growled. “You look amazing. Next time warn me before I open the door.”


I smiled. “Hello, Dark and Dangerous.”


5


GIDEON’S MOUTH CURVED in a devastating grin as he held his hand out to me. When my fingers touched his palm, he caught me and drew me inside, pulling me close to place his lips softly over mine. The door shut behind me and he reached past me to lock it, shutting the world out.


My hand clenched around a fistful of his sweater. “You’re wearing my favorite sweater.”


“I know.” Abruptly, he sank into a graceful crouch, taking my hand that he held and placing it on his shoulder. “Let’s make you comfortable, angel. You won’t need these heels until you’re ready for me to f*ck you.”


My core clenched with anticipation. “What if I’m ready now?”


“You’re not. You’ll know when the time comes.”


As Gideon removed my shoes, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “Will I? How?”


He glanced up at me with those intensely blue eyes. He was nearly on his knees, taking my shoes off, yet he was undeniably in command of himself and of me. “I’ll be pushing my cock inside you.”