My Most Precious One(19)

“I’m not leaving till you answer the damn door.” Fuck I took my phone and texted Kaci

Roxi gave Suit my number and now he’s in front of my fuck’n door

Holy shit, what r u going to do?

As he kept knocking I felt the knots in my belly get tighter. Again he knocked. I slowly eased myself close to the door.

“I know you’re in there, I can feel it just answer the fucken door” two seconds went by “please.” He whispered the word. Why did he have to say please like that?

I reached for the deadbolt on my door and clicked it and turned the knob slowly. I opened the door enough to see him with his hands on his waist slightly hunched over his hair tousled looking at me with his damning piercing blue eyes, he hadn’t shaved and I could see some grey in his beard. He had a heavy set silver necklace that disappeared underneath his shirt.

“Can I come in?” He asked his voice low almost pleading. I opened the door wider and he walked in slowly almost knowing the effect it would have on me. I was completely engulfed by his scent.

I closed the door gently, I didn’t want look at him as I walked over to where my computer was. I was about to shut off Radiohead’s Spinning Plates the acoustic version, it’s the best version only because Thom Yorke’s voice together with his piano were so beautiful to hear.

“Leave it!” He said over me. I ignored him and turned it off. The song was way too connected to what was going on right now.

“You love music.” He stated looking down at me from his height, his shirt made no effort to hide his strong shoulders and thick arms.

I smirked “There are few people in England, I suppose, who have more true enjoyment of music than myself, or a better natural taste. If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient.” I quoted Pride and Prejudice. He furrowed his brows “I like to read too.” I said pointing at the three large book cases that lined the far wall.

He looked at them nodding, they were overflowing with books.

“I can see that.” He pointed.

“Put the music back on.” He quietly demanded. I shook my head no as I was getting my bottle of wine, I reached for another glass.

“I don’t want any of my songs associated to you, I have enough things in my life that when I see I think of you.” I stated as I nudged the bottle to him, he nodded no.

I put the bottle down and left the tall stemmed glass on the counter. I reached for mine and began drinking it, the floral notes of my full bodied wine helped me clear my mind of him and how much I wanted my body to smell of his musk.

“You are here because?” I asked as I started whirling the wine around in my glass.

I tried not to look at him just in case my stupid body did something it shouldn’t.

“You didn’t come to work for the last three days…”

I cut him off. “And so you felt guilty for hurting my feelings? Listen Lukas I’m a big girl and I don’t cry for every little thing someone does to me. Thursday night was just Thursday night, I’m over it, so don’t worry about the guilty thing and go.” I pointed at the door.

Good girl! Look like you are absolutely are over him, that his presence doesn’t confuse the shit out of you and that you wish to god he was your suit, your man, your dream come true. I leaned back against the counter and took a long swig, why wasn’t he leaving?

I could feel my body burning up under his intense gaze.

“I don’t feel guilty” he said flatly.

“I was glad I did it and I would do it again if I had to.” I stood shocked, what?

“You would do it again?” I hissed I put my glass down with such force it shattered in my hand. Damn it. I turned to the sink to wash away any loose shards. Blood began to trickle down my hand. Lukas ran to my side, I pushed him over tearing a paper towel and placed it firmly in my hand.

“Get out!” I choked out as I took off the paper towel to see the damage. It was just a simple cut nothing major. He picked me up and placed me on my island and yanked my hand to see it, I yelped in pain. “Sorry” he said quietly.

“Why can’t you be more careful?” He scolded me. I laughed. It was the same thing he said at the bar.

“Why do you care?” I asked.

Our faces were at eye level now, I could see that he was struggling but I didn’t understand why. I tried to move off the counter but he blocked me by placing both hands on either side of me. He leaned in slowly our noses almost touching “because I do” he said softly. I lowered my eyes and stared at the floor. I can feel how loaded his statement was. The air between us was changing.

“Please leave.” I said meekly.