Authors: Blair Babylon

Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Collections & Anthologies, #Contemporary, #Literary Collections, #General, #Erotica, #New Adult

Red Hot Obsessions (69 page)

“Damn it, talk to me. Don’t stand there staring into space. It’s creepy.”

He shut his eyes. “It wasn’t your fault, doll. It was me.”

“Come sit on the couch and talk to me,” I said.

He shook his head.

“Please,” I said.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

I wrapped both of my hands around one of his biceps. It was bigger around than I could grip with just one. I tugged on him. It was like tugging on a mountain. He didn’t budge. “Come on.”

He sighed and straightened. He let me lead him to the couch. He sat down. I sat down next to him. He sat with his feet on the floor, staring at his knees. I turned sideways, sitting Indian-style, looking at him in profile. His features were chiseled.

“I’m not... good at stuff like that,” he said finally.

“What stuff?”

“Talking to people.”

“You were fine,” I said. “Everyone thought you were fine.”

He half-laughed. “Don’t lie to me, okay. I was out of place. I know it and so do you.” He looked at me. “I can’t play truth games. I can’t tell the truth about myself.”

I supposed that was true, given the fact he was an ex-assassin for a secret branch of an international arms corporation. “Well, you could tell the truth about the stuff that wasn’t dangerous for people to know, I guess. And lie about other stuff.”

“Which works well when you’re saying that I need to drink because I do that all the time.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s not your fault.” He studied his fingernails. “I didn’t realize it was going to be all about sex, either.”

“Does that, um, make you uncomfortable?”

“No.” But maybe his response had been a little too sharp and too quick.

“Look, that threesome thing was just once. And it was awful. I left in the middle of it. I hated it.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything about that,” he said. He was blushing again.

“Okay,” I said. “I mean, it’s not like...”

He lifted his gaze to meet mine.

Whatever words I had been about to say died on my lips. God. He was gorgeous.

I leaned closer, searching his eyes with my own.

He didn’t stop me.

I closed my eyes. I pressed my lips against his.

His lips were warm and full. They were soft. This close to him, I could smell him. He had a kind of woodsy, male smell—nothing artificial like aftershaves or colognes. He smelled raw and wild. I put my hand on his cheek, ran my fingers over the faint stubble on his jaw.

He responded to me, moving his lips against mine. His arm came around me, his hand on my back. His touch was impossibly gentle, so light I could barely feel it through my shirt, a tantalizing hint of pressure moving over my shoulders down to my waist. Tingles traveled all through my body.

I opened my mouth to him, let my tongue dart out to find his.

And he pulled away. He had a look of terror in his eyes.

“I’m... I didn’t mean...” I tried to say.

He stood up. “This is a bad idea, doll.”

I stood up too. “I don’t know that it is. I mean, thus far, it felt like a good idea to me. A really good idea.” I reached for him again.

He moved out of my reach. “No.”

“Why not?”

He looked at the floor.

“It’s because I was too forward, right? You think I’m some kind of slut, and you’d never be with anyone who acted like that, would you?”

“No,” he said. “I’m not judging you.”

“You’re not attracted to me?”

He looked at me. “Doll... you are very attractive.”

“So are you,” I said. “You might be the most beautiful man—”

“Stop,” he said. “It’s not appropriate. I can’t do my job properly if I... if we...” He swallowed. “Besides, what about your dad? I don’t think he’d like this. Me taking advantage of his daughter.”

“Taking advantage?” I said. “I kissed
you
.”

He held up a hand. “Just drop it, okay?”

I started to say something else, but I realized that tears were forming in my eyes and that a lump was growing in my throat. I went to my room. I wasn’t going to let him see me crying over him.

Stupid. I was an idiot. What kind of weakling cries when a guy rejects her? Some kind of dumb young thing with no experience, maybe. But I’d been around the block a few times. I should be able to handle some guy saying he didn’t want me. I should be able to take it.

Although, maybe, if I was honest with myself, the truth was that I was never really good at hearing that.

I’d perfected my two-night rule specifically so I never had to feel rejected. I did the rejecting.

And there was Griffin, rejecting me before he’d even had the chance to sleep with me. He didn’t even
want
the chance to sleep with me.

Maybe it was for the best. I mean, what did I think was going to happen? I’d hook up with Griffin and we’d settle into some kind of domestic bliss together? That was impossible. I couldn’t settle down, and even if I could, Griffin was way too weird.

I wiped tears from my eyes and hurried into the bathroom, where I splashed my face with hot water. My eyes were a little bloodshot, but hopefully he wouldn’t be able to tell I’d been crying.

I headed out the front door, shrugging into my jacket.

Griffin was across the room in a second, blocking my path. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“On a drive,” I said. “I need to clear my head.”

“No way,” he said.

“I need some space.”

“Then I’m coming with you.”

“You’re the one I need space from.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry about that. But you can’t be on your own. You know that.”

“I don’t want to be around you,” I said.

“That doesn’t matter,” he said. “It’s my job to—”

“Fuck your job,” I said. “That’s all you care about. Keeping me safe. Ruining my life is more like it. I can’t stand you. You’re a freak.”

I wasn’t sure why I said it. He’d been vulnerable with me. Not a lot, but enough to see where his weak spots were. I knew that if I said it, I’d hurt him. And I wanted to hurt him. Because if he was hurt, I’d get a head start on getting away from him.

He blinked.

I pushed past him.

He didn’t stop me.

Griffin didn’t call me for at least ten minutes, but once he started, he wouldn’t stop. I had to shut off my cell phone. (I had a brand new number since the incident in Cumberland. It was a pain, since none of my friends had my phone anymore, but Griffin said it was better to be cautious.)

I’d intended to just go on a quick drive around. But I ended up out on Route 50, and I started driving west. And then, when I came to the intersection with 92 North, I took that. And then I was just obviously on my way to Morgantown, so I decided to go the rest of the way.

Morgantown, West Virginia was a really big town compared to Thomas, West Virginia. It was where West Virginia University was. WVU’s claim to fame was that it was a big party school. I guessed people actually went to class there and learned things, but the atmosphere in Morgantown was anything but, um, collegiate.

Morgantown, like everything in West Virginia, was built on a hill. I drove through the streets, going further and further uphill as I did. On each side of the street, the houses clung to the ground, and looked like they might tumble into each other like dominoes if the right person pushed.

I had to go up pretty high before I got where I was going.

I parked my car on the side of the street and walked up to the door. The lights were on inside. But then the lights were always on. Middle of the night was a great time to show up at this house. Afternoon? Not so much.

The door opened. A guy stood there. “Yeah.”

“Hey, Shane,” I said.

He seemed to be having trouble focusing on me. “Do I know you?”

“Yeah, it’s Leigh,” I said.

He shrugged. “Whatever. You here to see Benton?”

“Yep.”

He let me in.

Inside the house, it smelled like dog shit. Benton had about five dogs, all purebred beagles. But he neglected them something awful. He didn’t clean up after them. He yelled at them. He only fed them junk, and he did that irregularly. I felt really bad for them, but I didn’t dare say anything to Benton about it.

You don’t piss off your drug dealer if you can help it.

“Who is it?” came Benton’s voice.

I followed Shane into the living room. There was a big screen TV on one wall. Stacked beneath it were at least five different game consoles, every kind you can think of, all brand new.

Benton was lounging on a leather bean bag chair, holding a Playstation controller in his hand. He was shirtless, revealing his skinny arms and torso. He wore a backwards baseball cap. Several dogs lounged around his feet.

“It’s Leigh,” I said.

“Holy shit!” Benton dropped the controller and jumped to his feet. “I have been fucking waiting for you.”

The dogs all jumped to their feet, barking.

“Shut up,” screamed Benton.

The dogs quieted immediately. Tails between their legs, they slunk out of the room.

“That’s right,” said Benton, eyes wide, nodding. “That’s right, boys. You keep your mouths shut.”

Benton was always a little tweaky. He dealt crystal meth too, and I wasn’t sure that he didn’t dip into that a little too often. But he seemed a more hyper and strange than usual. He had lots of people he sold dope too. Why would he have been waiting for me?

“Well,” I said. “I’m here.”

He held his arms out. “Hells yes, you are.”

Did he think I was going to hug him? I was so not going to hug him. “Uh, I was just wondering about, um, some of the big C, you know? You got anything?”

He let his arms drop. “Yeah.” He dragged the word out to about four syllables, all the while bobbing his head. “Yeah, I can hook you up, girl. I can definitely hook you up. You know me. I’m good for it.”

What was going on with him? He never paid this much attention to me. Usually, I had to sit around for twenty minutes until he got to the next level of whatever video game he was playing.

He pointed at Shane. “Go get some product for the lady, why don’t you?”

Shane backed out of the living room.

Benton bounced on the balls of his feet. “So, Leigh, where did you say you were living these days, huh?”

I narrowed my eyes. Why was he asking me that? “I don’t think I did.” I didn’t tell random people my business. I was in hiding in Thomas. Benton didn’t need to know that I drove an hour and a half one way to buy coke. It was the easiest, most reliable place to get it. And I’d hoped that if anyone tracked me to Benton, they wouldn’t be able to tell where I lived.

“So where do you live?”

“Here in town,” I lied.

“What part?”

“On campus,” I said. I could be living on the WVU campus, couldn’t I?

“Oh,” he said. “Cool.”

I tried a smile. “Why do you care?”

His eyes got big, and he looked really uncomfortable. “Just making conversation.”

Shane came back with my “product.” I paid. I left.

I was pretty shaken up as I walked back to my car. I peered around in the darkness, expecting a guy in a black suit with sunglasses to jump out at me at any second.

I walked past hedges and porches. Past fences and flower gardens. I glanced over my shoulder every few seconds.

The first time I turned, I saw a stop sign behind me, out of the corner of my eye.

The second time, I saw a dog.

I was three feet from my car before I saw the man. I could barely see him because he was dressed in black, but I saw the white of his shirt.

I turned around and started running for my car, yanking open the driver’s side door.

I dug in my pocket for my keys.

They came out too fast, slipping through my fingers and landing on the pavement.

Shit.

I went down on my hands and knees, looking up to see how much the man had gained on me.

There was no one there.

What I had mistaken for an Op Wraith agent was a pile of garbage bags, three bags on top of each other. The middle bag was white.

I swore at it.

Then I picked up my keys, got in my car, and started it.

“Calm down, Leigh,” I whispered to myself. “You’re okay.” But my heart was beating in my chest, and I was feeling ready to jump out of my skin.

For two seconds, I contemplated doing a little bump.

“Don’t be an idiot, Leigh.”

“It’ll make me feel good,” I responded.

“No, it won’t. It’ll make you more nervous.”

Fuck. I was talking to myself. I was
answering
myself. I locked the car doors, and I pulled the car out. I had to go up to the next street to turn around. I leaned forward, peering anxiously through the windshield.

Same old Morgantown at night. There were some young people walking along the streets smoking cigarettes. There was a car ahead of me, going super slow.

“Kids smoking weed,” I murmured.

I checked my rearview mirror.

No one was behind me.

I wanted to pass the super slow car ahead of me, because I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. But I couldn’t just pass on a residential street like this. I’d be breaking the law. If a cop saw, then I’d get in trouble, and I had drugs in the car.

I checked my rearview mirror.

There were no cops around.

Should I do it?

I couldn’t do it. I crept along behind the car for four or five blocks.

Man, they were really going slow. I should pass.

I checked my rearview mirror.

Headlights.

I screamed.

“No,” I whispered. “It’s okay. It’s just a car behind you. It’s not a cop car. It’s not an Operation Wraith car.”

I hoped, anyway.

In front of me, the slow pot-smoking car put on its blinker and turned right.

I sped up to a normal speed.