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I wasn’t surprised to hear the knocking on my door. There could be any number of people on the other side and I didn’t want to talk to any of them. I just wanted to call Alice and tell her what had happened. She’d know what I should do. She’d be able to give me advice and tell me everything was going to be okay. Though, I knew everything wasn’t going to be okay and I knew what I had to do. There was really only one solution. And that was to do nothing. I should pretend that I’d never met him. That was what I should do.
Bang Bang.
The person banged on the door louder this time and my stomach curdled in fear and anxiety. You sucked on his balls, Liv. How are you going to tell Gabby that?
“Who is it?” My stomach rumbled as I waited for an answer.
“Mr. Tongue.” He said lightly and deliciously. I could picture the look of amusement in his green eyes, even though I couldn’t see them. “Can I come in?” He said, this time speaking slightly louder.
Shit! I groaned inwardly, though I have to admit a thrill of excitement curled my toes up. It was him on the other side of the door wanting to come in. And he was Xander. Shit, Mr. Tongue had a name. A sexy, delicious sounding name and I was drowning in fear and anticipation of speaking to him again.
“Liv?” He said and knocked again.
“Yes?” I squeaked out, not moving, my hands pressed against the door.
“Can I come in?”
“Why?” I swallowed hard. I wasn’t sure I trusted either of us in my bedroom alone. Not after our last time in a private room. Shit, we didn’t even need a private room to get down and dirty. I was willing to be his sexy cowgirl anywhere.
“Can we have this conversation in your room and not through the door?” He laughed. “Unless you’d prefer me to say what I have to say about what happened at the wedding through the —”
“Come in.” I hurried to open the door and pulled his arm into the room. “What do you think you’re doing?” I glared at him.
“Getting you to open the door to your room.” He grinned at me, his eyes looking as merry as I’d imagined them to be.
“Why would you want to come into my room?” I glared at him again as I closed the door behind him quickly. “This is very inappropriate.” My face was bright red as I stared at him with my hands on my hips. Why did he have to be so handsome? Why did he make butterflies flutter in my stomach? His green eyes were dark and vivid and reminded me of a forest at twilight, full of secrets and scary delights. I knew I shouldn’t venture in to explore the hidden depths beckoning to me, but I just couldn’t stop myself from continuing to explore.
“I thought we should talk.” He ran his hands through his perfectly silky hair and my eyes followed his fingertips as they glided back and forth. The movement reminded me of other places they had rubbed gently and a tantalizing heat spread through my stomach and downwards.
“You think?” I stared at him with wide angry eyes. I wanted to let him see that I was not okay with what he’d done.
“I know this is somewhat awkward.” He smiled. Obnoxious jerk! How could he be smiling right now?
“You think?” I said again.
“But I think we can work through this.”
“You think?” I said sarcastically and I watched as a huge smile spread across his face, making him even more handsome than before.
“Yes, I do think.” He said and then paused. “Do you know any other phrases, Liv?”
“Like what?” I said sarcastically. “I know another phrase. One you might not want to hear. One that goes a bit like I slept with my sister’s dirty dog fiancé and I don’t know what he’s doing in my room?”
“I know that you most probably have questions.”
“Yeah, just a few.” My voice rose and I shook my head at him as I poked him in the chest. Wrong move! Why did I touch him? My finger tingled from the connection with his taut muscle. “The first question being, how could you sleep with me when you’re engaged?” My voice was accusing as I glared at his sexy face.
“It’s not exactly what you think.”
“Oh?”
“We only got engaged this week.”
“This week?” I frowned. “What?”
“Last weekend I did something I regret.” His eyes bore into mine. “And something happened that made me realize that it was time for me to grow up.”
“Last weekend you did something you regret?” I repeated, my face flushing. “Do you mean me?” I glared at him, as my stomach sunk. He regretted sleeping with me? I felt gutted at his words.