I sighed leaning slightly into his touch. I felt so comfortable in his presence. It felt so good when he touched me. “She was trying to be nice, buying me a dress, I behaved like a lunatic.”
He unbuckled my belt and yanked me into his arms. He smelled so good. I felt secure in his arms. “I could kill them for upsetting you.”
I giggled nervously. “Please don’t. I’m fond of them, minus the assholeness.”
He exhaled dramatically. “Okay, for you I’ll let it go.” Kyle sat back and re-buckled our belts. “So, there’s no chance I’m gonna see you in this dress is there?”
He was trying to lighten the mood. Chuckling, I held the bag closer to my chest. “Not in a million years.”
Kyle
Lee was unusually quiet while during dinner. She had barely taken a bite of her burger. “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked.
She jerked her head up with an alarmed expression, before her lips curved into that killer smile of hers. “Sorry, I’m not great company for you, am I?”
Whether she was loud, quiet, drunk, sober, asleep or awake; her company was the only kind I wanted. It disturbed me that Lee was so skittish sometimes. “What’s on your mind princess?” I figured that a safer thing to ask, instead of freaking her out by admitting how badly I craved being with her.
I didn’t want to screw up the friendship thing we had going. I was enjoying it, tortured, but still enjoying every minute I spent with her. She was the first female I was actually friends with besides Cam. I didn’t count Linda in that, since she was more like a parent. In my life women were divided into two categories; girls I fucked and girls like Cam, whom I had no desire to fuck whatsoever. That might make me an asshole, but I had good reasons the build barriers, but with Lee, it was different.
I didn’t just want to fuck her; I wanted to be around her. I wanted to do things with her, go places with her and make plans with her. She had crept under my walls and blown my defenses to dust. She was so goddamn adorable. If someone had told me four months ago that Lee and I could be in room together without arguing or trying to rip each other’s clothes off, I would have laughed. Well, I still wanted to rip her clothes off, but I was refraining, barely.
I was hit the sad reality that my best friend was the sexiest girl I’d ever laid eyes on and worse; I was in the fucking friend zone. I wanted to kick myself in the nut sac. It was unsettling how much I liked being around her, she was innocent and fresh and so goddamn honest, different from any other girl I had ever met. She was nothing like Rachel.
Thinking about Rachel was what kept my ass firmly in my chair, instead of leaning over the table and showing Lee just how much I wanted her. Thinking of Rachel chilled me to the bone. I often thought about how different my life would be if I were free to make my own choice. In a perfect world, it would be Lee every time. But this wasn’t a perfect world…
Knowing we could only be friends didn’t stop me imagining different scenarios in my head, all of which ended with Lee naked beneath me. I had come close to having an apocalyptic fit when I found out that dick Mike had his eye on her. Linda had mentioned how taken Mike was with Lee and how she hung out with him every day.
I wanted to kill him.
I wanted to lock her up and have the only key, but shit I didn’t own her and never would. I couldn’t tell her what to do and I definitely didn’t want to get into why I hated that prick so much. I’d fire his ass if I thought it wouldn’t give him so much satisfaction. Fuck it, I would fire him anyway, except it would go against my grandfather’s wishes. Lee didn’t say much about him to me, but I’d seen the way he looked at her in the restaurant. He was eye fucking her every time her back was turned.
It made me sick that she continued to eat her lunch with him every damn day, even though I’d offered to have lunch with her on more than one occasion. I knew that creep and there was only time in it before he put the moves on her. She was too good for that dipshit; too good for everyone.
“Kyle is you all right?” Lee’s hand brushed against my cheek, startling me. What had she said? “You’re gone pale. Are you feeling okay?” she asked again, stroking my cheek, pressing her palm against my forehead.
For a brief moment I debated faking illness to have her touch me some more, but the concerned look on her face kept me honest. “I’m okay princess, I was just thinking.”
She moved her hand from my face to my hand resting on the table. Squeezing it gently she whispered, “Can I ask what about? You looked pretty angry.”
I smiled at her to ease her worry. “Just work stuff princess.” I didn’t trust myself to say any more.