Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(21)

“This is a lot more colorful than it looks on the outside.” Vincent chuckles noticing the different colored doors.

“You could say that. I had the same reaction when I first walked in. It’s actually pretty nice here. I’m sure the doors have saved many a drunken person. They don’t need to remember a number, just a color.” I chuckle.

“Smart idea.” He grins and leans against the wall as I fumble with the key. After a few tries I manage to get it in the whole. Pun not intended.

“Stupid lock.” I mumble under my breath and hear Vincent chuckle behind me.

“Happens to the best of us.” He smiles and sets the rest of my pasta in my fridge and the cannoli on the counter. “Still have room for some dessert?” He asks seductively.

“Ah, uhm. Sure. I always have room for dessert.” I smile and grab two spoons. “Do you want some coffee? Or more wine?”

“Coffee would be great.” I grab a plate for the cannoli’s and hand it to him before using my Keurig machine to make us coffee.

“There you go.” I smile, setting the two mugs down on the counter as we sit at my breakfast island instead of on the couch.

“Thank you.” He smiles and takes a spoonful of his cannoli. “How come you’re single? You’re a sweet, beautiful and funny. What’s the catch?”

“Uh, Bernard?” I chuckle. “No, seriously, my ex cheated on me with my friend not long ago.” I shrug.

“He’s an *.” Vincent doesn’t look impressed.

“Who? Bernard?” I deadpan making Vincent laugh. I guess I can be funny sometimes. At least to myself.

“Your ex. Where’s that infamous Bernard? Haven’t met him yet.” He asks and looks around.

“Probably hiding somewhere.” I take a bite of my cannoli and try to refrain from moaning. I don’t want to give Vincent the wrong idea. I put down my fork and I go in search of Bernard, needing to give myself a couple of seconds away from him. If I’m not careful I’ll end up jumping him in my kitchen. Damn being a lightweight and sharing that bottle of wine. “There you go.” I find Bernard behind the couch and pick him up.

“He’s cute.” Vincent responds and reaches out to pet him but Bernard hisses at him. “Okay he hates me. I hope it’s not a deal breaker if your cat hates me.”

“Never thought of that.” I smile and shrug, letting Bernard down. Is it? Maybe it means that Vincent isn’t for me or am I looking too much into this and would use it as an excuse?

“Well don’t think too much about it.” He chuckles and wraps his arm around my waist, bringing me flush to his side. He leans in, brushing his lips against my ear. I close my eyes, feeling this soft touch all the way down to my core. “If you don’t eat your cannoli, I will.” He whispers sensually before laughing at his own funniness.

“You shouldn't mess with a woman's food or threaten to eat it.” I glare at him and take an angry bite of my cannoli. I was this close to giving in.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist and I needed to know how you felt about me. Think I have my answer.” He smirks.

“Don’t get cocky. Cockiness is a big turn off.” I shrug and finish my cannoli in a couple of bites. It’s so good. Even if I now feel like I’m going to explode.

“It’s not being cocky. I’m just messing with you.”

“Sure, sure, they all say that.” I shake my head. I pick up my plate and take it to the sink to rinse it before Bernard has the chance to lick the cream.

Thump. Thump. Moan.

Oh. My. Fucking. God! They’re back at it again and when I have company. I’m mortified and annoyed all at the same time. The bastard can't keep it in his pants!

“Nice neighbors.” Vincent snickers and walks closer to the hall wall to listen as the noises.

“I wish this place came with a warning about the couple next door.” I sigh and try to make as much noise as I can, doing the little dishes I have, putting pans away, anything to cover up the noise.

“I know a better way to cover up the sounds instead of you banging on pots.” He smirks stopping me in my tracks.

“What?” I turn my head and find that our lips an inch from each other.

“How about we give him some competition?” He smirks wrapping his arm around me, as more moaning and thumping resonates from next door. “I’m sure we can do better.”

“You’re not suggesting we f*ck just for the sake of outdoing them?” I raise my eyebrow at him and escape his hold.

“Oh come on, it could be fun. We get along pretty well and you’re not immune to my charm. I know you want me.” He smirks and closes the distance between us, wrapping his other arm around me.

“I get along with Matt too, but I don’t ask him to f*ck me on my desk when it’s just the two of us.” I lean away from him.

“Matt is gay. That doesn’t count.” He chuckles.

“Vincent, let go of me.” I try to put as much strength in my voice without sounding like a total bitch.

“You’re not a prude and we’re consenting adults. Why is it a problem all of a sudden?” He dares to look confused.

“I’m not consenting, Vincent. I don’t want to f*ck you and no I’m not a prude but I need to have feelings before I have sex with someone. And right now, the only thing I feel towards you is disgust. So please, let go of me and get yourself out of my apartment and my life. I don’t know what you were expecting out of tonight but you’re not getting it from me.” I push him and finally he lets go of me and moves away.