Silent No More(40)
“Fine, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” I huff as I exit the kitchen walking to his bedroom.
EIGHT
The shower was needed and felt so good on my tired body. Walking out of the bathroom into his bedroom, I head for the dresser to retrieve some clothes.
I open the drawer and pull out my black Victoria’s Secret crop pants that have PINK spelled out across my butt in the color pink and a plain racer-back pink tank top. I find my underwear in the top drawer. I let my towel pool to the floor and I dress, but I don’t bother with a bra. I hate wearing them at night and I want to be comfy.
Hearing the doorbell, I assume the pizza has arrived. I walk back into the bathroom and brush my hair into a ponytail, wrapping a band around it. All my bathroom products have been put into their place. I’m still in shock. I just don’t understand the man.
Nick is calling my name as I make my way to the kitchen. As I enter, Nikki and Jase are both sitting Indian-style on top of the granite island. Jase is taking a sip of a beer and Nikki is taking her first bite of pizza. Suddenly, I remember I’m not wearing a bra. I grab my boobs. “Oh, shit,” I say announcing my arrival. They both turn to look at me as Nick is walking in the back door.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize other people were here. I’m going to go put on more clothes.”
“Don’t change on my account. I think you look great,” Jase laughs out. I hear Nick curse under his breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear. I turn on my heel and head back to the bedroom, embarrassed.
Walking into the bedroom, I quickly grab my only bra out of the top drawer and put it on. I walk into the closet and find a pair of flip-flops on the shoe rack.
Walking back into the kitchen, I head straight for the pizza. I’m hungry. Once I take my first bite, I get a beer out of the refrigerator and hand it to Nick to open. My hands are full with my pizza and I have no intention of setting it down. Yum…mouthwatering.
“I thought you were going to put on more clothes,” Nick says, eyeing me up and down. He’s barking up the wrong tree if he thinks I’m going to change to appease him. If there was approved attire for hanging out, then he should have told me his best friend and sister were coming over.
“I did.” I take my beer from him and take a sip. Nothing is better than pizza and beer. I stand in front of him and he wraps his arm around my shoulders. The tension I felt from our earlier conversation is gone. It feels like heaven when his skin is touching mine.
“Get off her case, Nick. She looks hot.” Nikki kicks his leg from the granite island where she is sitting. She barely grazes his.
Jase hops off, tosses his empty bottle of beer in the trash, and grabs another from the refrigerator. “Dude, let’s go play pool. I owe you an ass kicking.” He walks out of the kitchen.
Nick releases his arms from my shoulder, leans down and kisses my neck. “Come watch?” It’s more of a question than a demand.
“She’s staying with me. There’s finally another girl that I want to be around. You and Jase run along.” Nikki is shooing her brother out of the kitchen with a hand motion.
Nick laughs as he walks down the hall. Damn, he has a fine ass in those jeans. Maybe I could watch a person for hours, if that person is him. I smile as he rounds the corner and is out of my line of sight. I take another piece of pizza from the box. The pepperoni and cheese melt into my mouth.
“So, has he moved you in yet?” I stop mid chew and look at Nikki. She is crossing her legs Indian-style on the island counter top and looking at me with a devious wide smile.
I finish chewing my pizza and swallow. I know my face must match the color of my hair. Does he do this often with women he’s sleeping with?
“No, of course not. I have a couple of appointments next week to look at apartments.” This is a lie, but I don’t want his sister thinking I’m some kind of leach. Come Monday, I will be looking for a new place.
I grab my beer and down the rest of the contents in one gulp. I must steer this conversation in another direction. I think she senses the awkwardness in the room.
“So I hear your second book will be out soon,” she says while hopping off the counter top to grab the pizza box; she tosses it in the trash.
“There isn’t a release date yet, but it’s complete. I turned everything in yesterday.” How does she know about my book?
Nikki and I continue talking. I have a great conversation with her. We learn that we’re both addicted to Starbucks. We share the same love for music. Papa Roach being my favorite band and Metallica being hers. We both agree Pulp Fiction is the best movie ever made. But my fun mood is short lived.