5 -Tonight? - (2/2)
”Then don't,” I whisper.
He gasps, his eyes wide.
”You don't know what you're saying.”
”Enlighten me, then.”
We sit gazing at each other, neither of us touching our food.
”You're not celibate then?” I breathe.
Amusement lights up his neon eyes.
”No, Sarah, I'm not celibate.” He pauses for this information to sink in, and I flush red. The mouth-to-brain filter is broken again. I can't believe I've just said that out loud.
”What are your plans for the next few days?” he asks, his voice low.
”I'm working today, from midday. What is the time?” I panic suddenly.
”It's just after ten, you've plenty of time. What about tomorrow?” He has his elbows on the table, and his chin is resting on his long steepled fingers.
”Izzy and I are going to start packing. We're moving to Califonia next weekend, and I'm working at Mrs Lindsey Coffee shop all this week.”
”You have a place in California already?”
”Yes.”
”Where?”
”I can't remember the address. It's in San Francisco,Webster street , but I can't seem to remember the address.”
”Not far from me,” his lips twitch up in a half smile. ”So what are you going to do for work in San Francisco ?”
Where is he going with all these questions? The Jace Alicanté Inquisition is almost as irritating as the Elizabeth Inn Inquisition.
”I've applied for some working in the beach before my result comes out. I'm waiting to hear.”
”Have you applied to Our company as Alexander suggested?”
I flush... of course not. Talking of Alexander, where has he been?
”Um... no.”
”And what's wrong with Our company?”
”Your company or your Company?” I smirk.
He smiles slightly.
”Are you smirking at me, Miss Elaine ?” He cocks his head to one side, and I think he looks amused, but it's hard to tell. I flush and glance down at my unfinished breakfast. I can't look him in the eye when he uses that tone of voice.
”I'd like to bite that nails,” he whispers darkly.
Oh my. I am completely unaware that I am biting my nails . My mouth pops open as I gasp and swallow at the same time. That has to be the sexiest thing anybody has ever said to me. My heart beat spikes, and I think I'm panting. Jeez, I'm a quivering, moist mess, and he hasn't even touched me. I squirm in my seat and meet his dark glare.
”Why don't you?” I challenge quietly.
”Because I'm not going to touch you Sarah - not until I have your written consent to do so.” His lips hint at a smile.
What?
”What does that mean?”
”Exactly what I say.” He sighs and shakes his head at me, amused, but exasperated too. ”I need to show you, Sarah. What time do you finish work this evening?”
”About eight-thirty.”
”Well, we could fly to California this evening or next Saturday for dinner at my place, and I'll acquaint you with the facts then. The choice is yours.”
”Why can't you tell me now?” I sound petulant.
”Because I'm enjoying my breakfast and your company. Once you're enlightened, you probably won't want to see me again.”
Holy shit. What does that mean? Does he white-slave small children to some God-forsaken part of the planet? Is he part of some underworld crime syndicate? It would explain why he's so rich. Is he deeply religious? Is he impotent? Surely not, he could prove that to me right now. Oh my. I flush scarlet thinking about the possibilities. This is getting me nowhere. I'd like to solve the riddle that is of the Jace I once knew sooner rather than later. If it means that whatever secret he has is so gross that I don't want to know him any more then, quite frankly, it will be a relief. Don't lie to yourself - my subconscious yells at me- it'll have to be pretty bloody bad to have you running for the hills.
”Tonight.”
He raises an eyebrow.
”Like Eve, you're so quick to eat from the tree of knowledge,” he smirks.
”Are you smirking at me, Mr. Alicanté ?” I ask sweetly. Pompous ass.
He narrows his eyes at me and picks up his Samsung Galaxy S8+. He presses one number.
”Sorry, Jace, I'm not going without my friend. ”
”Izzy? ” he questioned.
”Yes! ”
He sighed. ”You never go anywhere without her. ” he rolled his eyes childishly. You girls haven't change, a bit, fuck.
I grin sheepishly.
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