Part 10 (1/2)
”I promise I won't try to force you to say what I know you feel,” he grinned. ”And I promise I won't try to take you out of your clothes. We'll just chill and watch the movies and eat some food.”
”What movies?” I asked suspiciously.
”Lord of the Rings. I've never seen them.”
”Seriously, do you live under a rock?”
I followed him to the living room where he produced three different menus. Why I didn't just leave after I got my explanation, I don't know. I asked that question aloud while we sat on the couch debating what to order.
”Because you love me,” Kyle said with a wink.
This time I didn't object or give him a reproachful look. Instead, I chose buffalo wings and onion rings off of a menu and made myself comfortable on the couch.
Three long a.s.s movies, several buffalo wings and countless beers later, I was stretched out on Kyle's couch with my feet resting in his lap. The credits were rolling, but I wasn't moving. He was rubbing my feet and it was making me deliriously relaxed, and turning me on.
He held true to his word and didn't try to disrobe me all day, and didn't try to force his tongue down my throat. He kissed my cheek and the top of my head, rubbed my elbow when I hit it on the bathroom door and it was not not funny. He cracked jokes about hobbits, made fun of my obsession of Orlando Bloom, and listened intently when I compared the books to the movies. Now he was rubbing my feet and I wanted him to rub me in a few other places. funny. He cracked jokes about hobbits, made fun of my obsession of Orlando Bloom, and listened intently when I compared the books to the movies. Now he was rubbing my feet and I wanted him to rub me in a few other places.
I pulled my feet off of his lap and sat up.
”I love a good LOTR LOTR marathon,” I yawned as I slipped on my shoes. marathon,” I yawned as I slipped on my shoes.
”You don't have to leave,” Kyle said, looking as l.u.s.tful as I felt.
”You know I do.”
”I can take the couch, you can have my bed.”
I stood up and stretched.
”We both know that won't work.”
He followed me to the door.
”Why not?”
”You know why,” I slipped into my jacket and opened the door.
”Tell me why,” he said softly. He was grinning, so I knew that he knew why.
I bit my lip as I contemplated what I was about to do and say. I was going to say what he wanted to hear, but then I'd never get out of there. I wanted to kiss him, same end result.
I smiled and waved goodnight before walking away.
Good girl.
Chapter Fourteen
It was a busy work day the next day, leaving little time for casual conversation between me and Kyle. At least he wasn't being a d.i.c.k. He was actually scaring the staff, smiling and being polite. They didn't know what to make of it.
Later in the day my phone rang and I answered it without looking to see who it was.
”Sterling Corp, this is Emmy.”
”h.e.l.lo, Emmy,” Kyle said in a professional tone. ”Mr. Kyle Sterling would like to know if you are available for dinner this evening.”
”Dinner?”
”Yes, it's the meal after lunch but before dessert.”
”Oh, that that meal.” meal.”
”Yes, that meal. Perhaps even a movie.”
”Why? Is there another epic movie you have yet to see?”
”I was thinking we can see something you would be more interested in, like a chick flick. I can do a chic flick if necessary.”
”Totally not necessary. I don't do chick flicks.”
”Maybe I I like chic flicks. Maybe I am in the mood for some like chic flicks. Maybe I am in the mood for some Pretty Woman Pretty Woman or or Sense and Sensibility Sense and Sensibility.”
”So you like getting in touch with your feminine side?”
”Do you think I have a feminine side?” He asked in a tone that made me squirm in my seat.
”No,” I said. ”So what movie did you have in mind?”
”How about a cla.s.sic? Like Weird Science.”
”That hardly cla.s.sifies as a cla.s.sic. Why don't we decide later? I have Netflix, we can watch something off of there.”
”And what about dinner?”
”What do you want to eat?”
”You.”
I squirmed again.