Chapter 39
PIPER
Look, if Nash just wasn’t into me, I could accept it.
If he told me that he didn’t want things between us to get physical because he didn’t want any complications in this arrangement, I could accept that, too. I could accept all kinds of reasons that he might have for not wanting us to sleep together.
But when he tried to tell me that he didn’t feel any chemistry between us? That the way he’s been looking at me and acting around me lately has all been in my head?
That I can’t accept, because it’s one-hundred-percent bullshit, and frankly I’m offended he’d even think of trying to pass it off as the truth.
It’s not even that I’m trying to make him snap by teasing him. If Nash doesn’t want to sleep together, I respect that, period. But I’m damn sure going to keep throwing it in his face that I know he’s full of it. And every time I do, his reaction is all the confirmation I need.
He can either man up and be honest about why he doesn’t want us to cross that line, or he can continue to suffer. His choice.
We’re going to another event tonight, a charity banquet held by all the professional sports organizations in Austin.
I’m sitting in front of the mirror in the bedroom, applying some final touches to my makeup.
I’m rolling on my lipstick, a stark and deep shade of red, when Nash’s broad frame fills the open doorway.
I meet his eyes in the mirror, and find a stunned expression on his face, his amber eyes hazy.
“Something wrong, Nash?” I ask, tilting a grin at him after a couple seconds pass. He’s just standing there silently with that dazed expression.
He clears his throat. “No. Nothing. It’s just … your lipstick. It looks really nice. On your lips.”
A wicked feeling sprouts inside me. “Yep, I know it does.” I apply the last bit and roll my lips together to even it, watching Nash’s eyes latched to my mouth the whole time.
“It looks even better smeared on a hard cock, but since you don’t think there’s any chemistry between us, I guess you’ll never know. ”
Nash’s chin almost falls to his polished leather shoes. I can hear the strangled sound he makes in his throat.
As casual as can be, I get up and shoot him an innocent smile. “Well, should we get going, hubby?”