Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Sabrina
I still can’t believe he showed up here. He even joined us, sat down, and charmed my grandfather. I thought Booker was a surly grump.
I’d assumed I might possibly see him at the diner today, but he came here first. That must mean something, right? I didn’t sleep much because my mind was going over everything that happened at his place. I kept wondering what it might have meant to him and if he knew that he'd taken my virginity. Or realized that he came inside of me. We really should talk about that.
“Do you mind if I change first?” I ask Booker, who follows me out of the kitchen. Reba and my grandpa watch us the whole way, and I'm sure they are gossiping up a storm by now.
I don’t know what my grandpa is up to. He’s never tried to play matchmaker before, but I guess I’ve never gushed about a man to him either. I didn’t realize that’s what I was doing until he started talking about it to Booker. Guess I’m no good at hiding this fascination I have. Me and half the town of Mittenville.
“By all means.” He smirks and then openly stares at my ass. The man has no shame, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. That shouldn’t turn me on, but here we are. There’s a filthy side to him that comes out to play when no one is around to hear.
“Alone,” I say firmly.
“That would be a no.”
"Booker." I stop walking to glare at him.
“Go on.” He gives my ass a pat, making me jump.
I walk faster and hear him chuckle from behind me, and damn it, it sounds sexy. It makes my heart flutter even as I try to ignore it.
“This is my room.” I begin to open the door, only to remember how I left it this morning. I spin around, slamming it closed behind me, and Booker is so close. “Maybe you should wait out here,” I suggest, but I know it’s going to fall on deaf ears.
“Little star.” He leans down, and I can’t help it when my eyes flutter closed. For a moment I think he’s going to kiss me, but then I hear the door click open.
“Hey!” He’d reached around and opened it. “You distracted me. That’s cheating.”
“Never said I played fair,” Booker says and pushes my door open.
No, I don't believe he’s someone who plays fair. He’s one that plays to win. He’ll bulldoze his way through anything.
“Well, it’s a mess in here, so...” I shrug. “You’ll have to deal.” I raise my chin in defiance.
“I think I’ll be all right,” he chuckles.
“Whatever,” I huff before spinning back around, and then Booker's arm encircles my waist. He draws my back against his chest and his mouth comes to my ear.
“Don’t get sassy on me. I’ll be glad to put you over my knee, even if your grandfather is down the hall.”
“You wouldn't,” I hiss, pretending to be appalled. My body, however, heats and my nipples harden. How does he have this effect on me?
"Oh, I would.” He kisses my neck before releasing me, and I scurry into the bedroom. I need to get some distance between us because I feel like jumping on him and giving my body what she wants.
Booker follows me in, and when the door is closed, I snag my panties off the floor and toss them into the hamper. Booker slowly takes in my bedroom, and I wonder how it looks through his eyes. The pink walls seem brighter now that he’s in here. I sneak over to my bed and casually pull the comforter over the stuffed animals. In my defense, they were gifts from my grandparents when I was younger.
“It’s cute.” Booker smirks. I don’t think “cute” is what a girl wants to hear from a man like him. Although it might be the best I can get because sexy isn’t in my wheelhouse. I was a virgin until yesterday.
“I haven’t updated it or anything.” It’s beautiful and elegant, but yes, it’s for a young girl. It’s not a room a woman my age should have. It was decorated a good ten years ago when my father still had money. Appearances were important to him, but it was my grandma that helped me pick everything out. “I’m sure whoever bought the place will change it.”
It’s a sad thought. This place holds a mixture of memories. I always thought when I moved out that I'd still return home and have the same bedroom. It’s silly because things don’t always go as planned.
“Come here,” Booker orders, motioning with his hand. My feet move on their own because apparently my body is under his command. “Good girl,” he says when I stop in front of him. “You ran out on me last night.”
“My grandfather fell,” I remind him, though I don’t think Booker has forgotten anything.
“Are you saying if he hadn’t fallen, you would have stayed?”
“No,” I admit. I'd been freaked out and was ready to bolt.
“Don’t run from me again,” he says, his order stern and unmoving. “Got it?” I nod my head. “Say the words, little star.” Every time he calls me that, it makes me light up inside. It’s fitting really.
“I won’t run again,” I say, and his hand cups the back of my neck.
“That’s my girl.” Booker tugs me fully into his body and holds me firm. It's comforting in a way it shouldn't be. I don't know this man, not really. Yet I can’t deny him anything. “Next time I won’t show up at your door and knock like a gentleman.”
“Gentleman?” I fight a smile because that is certainly not the word I’d use to describe him.
“It’s the closest you’ll ever see to me being one.”
When he kisses me, it catches me off guard, and he doesn’t stop until I'm breathless. Every inch of me is humming with need, and I don’t want him to stop. But eventually he breaks the kiss, and I let out a small whine of protest.
“Go change before I do all the things I’ve been thinking of since I saw your bed.”
Booker releases me, and I hurry toward my closet. I’m not sure if I’m ready for what he has in mind, but my body is.
“You’re not going to the diner today.”
“What?” I poke my head out of the closet with my uniform already in my hand.
“You’re not going to the diner today,” he repeats.
“I have to,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.
“No. You’re spending the day with me.”
“But—”
“I’ll handle it.” Booker pulls a pair of panties out of my hamper.
"Hey," I say and start to walk out of the closet.
“Change,” he orders before shoving the panties into his pocket. They are the ones I was wearing last night. “Little star, I won't repeat myself.”
“You’re a bully,” I huff before heading farther into my closet.
“And you’re mine.”
I hear him say the words and my heart leaps, but the doubt in my mind wonders…for how long?