Rock All Night(3)
Then his tone changed.
“But I trust you. I trust you to be evenhanded and fair. You might write some shit that I won’t like… but it won’t be to settle a score, or to be oh-so-clever, or to f*ck me over to make a big name for yourself. That’s why you’re here. Because I trust you.”
My heart was beating faster. “…is that the only reason?”
He stared into my eyes. “You’re asking if I still want to sleep with you.”
That, of course, was the real elephant in the room.
The other two were small potatoes in comparison.
“…yes,” I murmured.
“Of course I do.”
I felt afraid and elated all at once.
“…but is that one of the reasons I’m here?”
He grinned. “Of course it is.”
The fear got worse – and the elation got even higher.
“I’m not sleeping with you,” I said.
He leaned back and sipped his drink. “I’ve heard that before.”
“From me, or from every other girl you’ve slept with?” I asked bitterly.
For the second time he looked like Aha. “Now I get it.”
“What?”
Suddenly his face darkened, and a touch of anger colored his voice. “Are you angry because after you ripped out my heart and walked out on me, I had the audacity to get on with my life?”
Shock.
Pure, unadulterated shock.
That’s what ran through me.
“I didn’t rip out your heart – ” I protested, almost gasping.
“Maybe not intentionally, but you did.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off.
“You did, Kaitlyn. You can say you didn’t all day long, but you weren’t around afterward. You can ask Ryan, he saw everything.”
This was…
I’d never even considered what his feelings might have been. I just figured he’d forgotten me and gone back to the hot girls throwing themselves at him.
I swallowed hard. “My heart got ripped out and stomped on, too.”
He gave me a dark look. “Yeah, well, you did that yourself.”
I couldn’t really argue with that one.
I reached over and took a gulp of the wine. I couldn’t help myself – I needed something to steady my nerves.
Damn, that was good…
“Is that what this is?” I asked, my voice a bit steadier now. “Revenge?”
His forehead wrinkled. “What?”
“Are you planning to seduce me and then stomp on my heart, too?”
All the anger and hurt faded, and he gave me a sad, wistful smile. “No, I’m not. I’m honestly, genuinely glad you’re here.”
“Because?”
He looked at me with that disarming openness I remembered so well. “Because I think we need to finish what we started.”
My stomach did somersaults in my belly.
“I’m not sleeping with you,” I said again, starting to sound like a broken record.
He narrowed his eyes. “You still with whatsisname?”
“Kevin. No, I’m not.”
The hardness was gradually creeping back into his face. “How soon after you left me did you break up with him?”
I didn’t want to answer the question, but I saw no good reason not to.
“…about five months.”
Derek just nodded slightly, like I was confirming a theory he’d had for years. “And was it worth it, passing up on me to stay with him for five months?”
I really didn’t want to answer… but even if I said I didn’t want to talk about it, he’d know the truth.
“…no.”
“Well, you’re not with Mr. High School Sweetheart – you with anybody else?”
“No.”
“That’s why you’re afraid, isn’t it?” he said in that infuriatingly cocky way of his, like he had me allllll figured out. “You don’t have an excuse anymore.”
“I’m not afraid,” I protested.
“You said you were guarded.”
“Guarded. Not afraid.”
He seemed amused now. “So what’s the problem with sleeping with me, then?
“I’m a journalist.”
He gestured like, Yeah? SO?
“It would be unethical of me to sleep with an interview subject,” I said, channeling my J-305: The Ethics of Journalism professor.
He burst into laughter. Literally rolled over in his seat and disappeared beneath the edge of the table. He was still chuckling as he pulled himself back up to a seated position.
“Is there some reason you hate me so much?” he asked, though he was smiling when he said it.
I frowned. “I don’t hate you.”
Quite the contrary.
“Well, the reason you had for blowing me off last time was pretty good. The guy wasn’t, but the reason was. But this? This just sounds like you’re making shit up.”
“It’s journalistic ethics – ”
“Whatever,” he said dismissively. “What’s the real reason?”
I stared him down… but I had to take another drink of wine before I answered. “Same as last time.”
Olivia Thorne's Books
- Where Shadows Meet
- Destiny Mine (Tormentor Mine #3)
- A Covert Affair (Deadly Ops #5)
- Save the Date
- Part-Time Lover (Part-Time Lover #1)
- My Plain Jane (The Lady Janies #2)
- Getting Schooled (Getting Some #1)
- Midnight Wolf (Shifters Unbound #11)
- Speakeasy (True North #5)
- The Good Luck Sister (Wildstone #1.5)