It wasn’t like it was costing me anything to help him with his research paper. I had more than four double spaced pages of notes already
typed up, so he shouldn't have to do anything but come up with a title for the paper and add his name to it.
As it got closer to 9, I did dab on a little bit of lipstick and change my shirt, but my conscience was pricked when, in the midst of changing, Andy called.
I ignored the call, and I no more than pushed ignore and I heard a car pull in the driveway. I went over to my window and peeked out, spotting Derek's car, so I slipped my phone into my purse, grabbed my organized folder of Amenhotep III notes, and I was on my way out the door.
However, when I got to the door, he was already standing there.
I gasped, whacking him on the arm with my folder. "You scared me."
"Sorry," he said insincerely. Without missing a beat, he continued, "I don't see your dad's car. Is he home?"
"Oh, no. He's out."
"Know when he'll be home?" he asked.
I shrugged. "No idea. He just pops in whenever he feels like it. Since he didn't bring home his girlfriend or one of his bimbos, he might even be staying at someone's house.” I went to pull the door shut, but Derek held it open.
"Why don't we stay here?" he suggested.
"Oh... no," I said, shaking my head.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well... I didn't—that is, I'm not ready for company. I didn't straighten up the house or my room or anything. I think it would just be better if we left."
He rolled his eyes, and walked into the trailer. "You think I really care if you have a messy room?"
I didn't know how to tell him I just didn't want him in my room, so I wasn't sure how to respond.
"Um..." I looked around, wondering what I was supposed to do. "Are you thirsty?"
"No," he said.
"Okay. Well... oh!" I said brightly. "I have your notes on the Egypt project," I said, holding up the folder.
"Do you?" he asked, advancing on me.
I instinctively backed up a step. "Yep. If you wanted to, we could go over them."
"That's okay," he said, taking the folder out of my hand and taking another step toward me as I retreated another step.
"But—um, there's a kind of order to them," I offered, backing up another step.
"I'm sure I'll figure it out.”
Before I knew it, I had backed myself right up against the wall, and he smirked like a hungry lion about to have his dinner. I thought of what else I might be able to use to stall, a little nervous that the moment was actually there, but before I could say anything he was right there, holding my arms and pinning me up against the wall as his mouth came down on mine.
My heart leapt with excitement.
How he knew exactly what I would like, I didn't know, but he certainly seemed to. Pressing his body more fully against mine, he pinned me even more firmly against the wall and I attempted to free my arms, but he didn't let go, just held tighter and kept kissing me.
"You're not letting me move," I murmured against his lips.
"You like it," he murmured right back.
I smirked that time. "Well, yeah, but that's not the point."