27
Kam
There.I said it, and I can’t take it back. It’s almost more of an admission to myself than to her.
I already know I’m an idiot for hoping she’d ever want to open up to me. She hasn’t said anything, and as the seconds tick by, my heart rate speeds up, waiting for her response, and I feel myself starting to panic.
Just before I’m about to leave, her eyes narrow, and she leans forward.
“You have an odd way of trying to get to know a person,” she spits out harshly, then turns away from me. I watch her take a seat on the edge of the bed, her arms folded across her chest, and I prepare myself for what’s coming next. “It was messed up of me to leave you in here; I can admit that,” I tell her honestly. “And you’re right. I have no idea what I should do when it comes to you, but I’m trying to figure it out.”
“I didn’t need you to admit you don’t know what you’re doing. That much is obvious. But why you kissed me isn’t.” She tilts her head to the side, an inquisitive frown on her face. “What the fuck was that about?”
“It was a lapse in judgment,” I answer, and she immediately scoffs.
“All of this has been a lapse in judgment for you, but it isn’t a valid excuse,” she says. “It’s deeper than that.”
“So then why don’t you tell me what the reason is. You seem to know something I don’t,” I counter.
Her eyes flicker up and down my body before she stands and turns away from me, heading towards the dresser. I watch curiously at what she’s doing as she ruffles through the top drawer, and when she finds what she’s searching for, she glances over her shoulder at me.
“Don’t go anywhere,” she demands, then disappears into the bathroom.
The door closes behind her, and I let out a deep breath, welcoming this moment to collect myself.
What could she possibly be doing in there? Whatever it is, I know it has to deal with the question she’s trying to get me to answer. Am I an idiot to stand here waiting around to see? Surprises from Alana can’t be good. I should probably leave; no telling what’s going to happen when she comes out of that bathroom. But what if, for the first time, it’s something positive? I’m having a hard time trying to convince myself of that. Positivity and delightfulness aren’t concepts Alana’s familiar with.
I want to leave, but I need to prove to her that whatever she throws at me, I can handle it. The main reason she’s been the way she has been with me is to piss me off and get under my skin, but eventually, I’ll get used to her. It’s just how she is. Then she’ll see that her antics can’t run me off, and maybe then I’ll start to understand her more, and she can see that I’m someone who can be trusted to take care of Megan. But for right now, anything could happen when she comes out of that bathroom, and I have to be ready for it.
When the door swings open, not only do I realize none of my guesses would have been close to being right, but I’m also aware that I’m not prepared.
She comes out dressed in a lingerie set I’ve hardly ever seen Megan in, a blood-red push-up bra that makes her breasts look amazing paired with a matching thong and a sheer red robe that stops at the curve of her hips.
I swallow hard at the sight of her as she leans on the door frame, her hair flipped to one side, cascading over one shoulder, her fingers toying with the strings tied in a bow at the top of her belly. Her long, gorgeous legs stick out the most, one crossed over the other as she leans on the door frame. My mind goes blank, and my cock pushes up against my zipper as I take her in, every gorgeous inch of her.
She smiles when she catches the gaped-mouth look on my face before sashaying over to me, her hips swinging from right to left. I thought the sway in her walk before was alluring, but this sexed-up version of how she normally moves is impossible to look away from. I had no idea just how many more notches she could turn it up to.
I want to look away from her, but I can’t. I’m entranced by her, locked in by the playful glint in her eyes, that slow, hypnotic walk, and the confidence with which she does it. I’ve never seen Megan like this before. Everything about her right now is familiar yet foreign, like watching a movie I’ve seen a thousand times but in a different language. But however different this version is, she’s still Megan, and that’s what I repeat silently to myself.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, trying to refrain from getting sucked in more, but it's a battle I’m losing.
She’s so close to me now, and every nerve in my body is on high alert. I can barely concentrate.
“You don’t seem to have a problem with it.” Her low, seductive voice yanks me from my daze, pulled out by the sudden change in her tone.
What’s more, is that for the first time, she isn’t looking at me like I’m scum. Those calculating eyes are now hooded and full of intrigue as she examines my reaction. My entire body heats up at this change in her scrutiny; it’s exhilarating having her look at me in some other way than in disgust and hatred, so much so, that I don’t want this moment to end. But I know it has to.
She maintains eye contact as she comes to a stop right in front of me, a seductive grin on her face. Gently, she places her hand on my stomach, but I grab hold of her wrist.
“What’s going on with you?” I question her. “Why are you acting like this?”
She doesn’t flinch at all from my tone or the fact that I have a tight grip on her wrist; she just keeps staring up at me.
“Why’d you kiss me, Kam?” she asks again, taking a step closer to me. “You’re not fooling me. It wasn’t a bad judgment call.”
“It was, and it never should have happened,” I declare, wanting to get that moment out of her head.
“But then… it happened again,” she points out her voice just above a sexy whisper. “And you didn’t seem to have a problem with that time either. You liked it.”