Chapter Eighteen #2
“A girls’ day. I was thinking Blaire could come over to the beach house and we could go swimming… If that’s okay,” I say, backtracking. I should’ve asked him first, or maybe I should ask his dad. It is actually his house after all.
“Of course it’s okay,” Ethan says. “Any of your friends are welcome over any time. You don’t have to ask.”
Blaire smiles. “I would love to come over and hang out.”
She takes a sip of her drink, looking from Ethan to me as if we’re a puzzle that needs to be solved. “How long are you planning on staying there? You sound like you two are living together.”
“My dad and mom recently returned from vacation and we’re staying there to spend time with them,” Ethan says, saving me since I had no clue how to answer her. “We’re only going to be there for a few more weeks, though. My parents are planning a trip to Vegas in about a month or so.”
This is news to me. Does that mean he plans to have me safe in the next few weeks?
The thought leaves me with mixed feelings.
I hate being scared of being taken, but I’ve grown to love hanging out with Ethan, especially the last few nights of us sharing a bed.
And when I go home, I’ll not only be without Ethan, but without Blaire.
“Do you live in the city?” Blaire asks, being her nosey self.
“I actually live on the beach as well,” Ethan says. His hand lands on my thigh and he squeezes it softly. “I have a townhouse about fifteen minutes from the club, over in Margate City, and I’m hoping I can convince Nevaeh to move in with me.”
Blaire’s grin widens and I gasp in shock.
“Really? Well, the timing would be perfect since I’m going to be moving in with Victor.”
Ethan nods, telling me he overheard us talking outside the club.
“I’ve got to get back to work,” he says to me like he didn’t just drop some crazy bomb. “Stay out of trouble.”
Before I can argue or ask him what the heck is going on, his lips connect with mine. The kiss is slow and gentle and all-consuming, and when he breaks the kiss and walks away, I’m left breathless and confused.
“Wow,” Blaire says. “That man has it bad.”
“We barely know each other,” I argue.
“Well, whatever he knows is enough to have him wanting you to move in with him. How did you meet him anyway?
“At the club.”
Blaire’s brows furrow and then realization dawns on her. “He’s the guy from the club… The one you kissed?”
“Yeah.” I nod, taking a sip of my drink.
“How did you find him? Why didn’t you tell me?” Blaire frowns. “I thought you were staying at a beach house that your brother’s friend owns. Wait, was Ethan friends with your brother?”
Shit! I mean shoot… whatever, shit! I shouldn’t have opened this can of worms. How the heck am I going to explain this?
“Nevaeh.” Blaire puts her hand on top of mine. “I feel like we’re growing apart. I used to be the person you told everything to. Is this because I’ve been spending more time with Victor?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Yes, Ethan knew Stephen. It’s how I ran into him again.” Not a complete lie. “We’ve been spending time together and I wasn’t sure where it was heading, so I didn’t want to say anything until I knew.” Also, not a lie.
“Okay.” Blaire smiles. “But you know I’ll always be here for you, right? Even when we’re living separately. I’m only a phone call away.”
“I know.” I down the rest of my drink while we sit in silence for a few minutes.
“Wanna dance?” I suggest, knowing Blaire loves to dance and it will make her happy and hopefully take her mind off everything I’m hiding.
“Absolutely.” Blaire stands from her stool and takes my hand in hers.
We spend the next hour or so drinking and dancing.
Victor doesn’t really like to dance, so it’s mostly just Blaire and me on the dance floor.
Rosco remains close, but still allows to me to have fun.
Blaire hasn’t asked about him, so I don’t bother to explain.
She probably just thinks Ethan is overprotective.
As I’m shaking my butt to Justin Bieber singing about being the one, strong arms wrap around me from behind.
I jump, my eyes darting over to Rosco, who’s sporting a small grin on his usually serious face.
His grin tells me it’s Ethan behind me, allowing me to relax in his embrace.
When his hand moves my hair to the side, and his mouth moves to my ear, nibbling on the bottom of my earlobe, I breathe in the sweet yet masculine smell of Ethan’s cologne, only further confirming it’s him who’s touching me.
“Move in with me,” he whispers, shocking and startling me.
“You were serious?” I ask, turning in my place to face him.
His hands snake around my backside, and he moves to the rhythm of the music with a sexy smirk splayed on his lips.
“Move in with me,” he repeats, pushing his knee through the middle of my legs and grinding his thigh against my center.
The movement hits me in all the right spots, making it hard to converse.
“You’re just saying that because you heard Blaire tell me she’s moving in with Victor.”
“No.” He lifts my hands so they wrap around his neck.
We continue to dance, our bodies moving in sync with each other.
“I’m saying it because after spending the last few nights with you wrapped around me in my bed, I don’t want to go back to sleeping separately.
” He tilts his face so his lips brush against mine in a teasing way.
“And I don’t think you want to either. I’ll get your stuff and move it to my place so it’s ready when we are. Let her sell her condo.”
I’m in shock at his words. We’ve only known each other for a short time. Sure, I’ve read in my romance books where the man and woman quickly fall in love, but this isn’t a romance novel, and in my reality, a man like Ethan doesn’t end up with a woman like me.
“Talk to me,” he murmurs. “Tell me the problem, so I can argue it.”
“We barely know each other.” I repeat the same excuse I told Blaire earlier.
“You know me better than most.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, as I consider what he said.
I know him better than most? My mind goes back to Kelsi and them losing their baby.
How hard it was for Ethan to tell me about them, but he still did.
He let me in, and it explained a lot about him and the way he is.
“Move in with me,” Ethan whispers again, brushing his lips against mine. I open my mouth to tell him yes, but quickly stop myself, instead blurting out another excuse.
“You’re only asking me to move in because I’m in danger.”
Ethan sighs, but I continue before he can argue. “I can’t. I’m sorry, but I need to know if or when we move in together it’s for the right reasons, and not because you feel bad for me or have some white knight complex going on.”
Ethan laughs softly. “You have all the excuses, but I can see it in your eyes, you want to live with me. You’re just scared of what you’re feeling.
And I get it. I’m scared shitless, but I’m not about to let it stop me from having you in every way possible.
And we both know damn well, I’m not a white knight. ”
He dips his head and kisses my top lip and then my bottom.
“I’m going to make you safe, and while I’m doing that, I’m going to make sure we get to know each other on every level possible.
” He deepens the kiss, flicking his tongue into my mouth.
He tastes delicious, like the perfect mixture of scotch and Ethan.
“I’m going to make sure the next time I ask you to move in with me, you’ll have no reason to say anything but yes.”
We spend a little while longer at The Warehouse, while Ethan conducts whatever business he needs to conduct.
Blaire and I have a few more of those delicious fruity drinks and dance until we’re both glistening with sweat.
The club seems to be crazy busy for a weeknight.
I don’t have anything to compare it to, but I imagined it being dead since people work during the week.
Apparently this crowd has no problem drinking and dancing until early in the morning and then getting up to go to work.
A couple hours later, Ethan shows back up at our table and tells us he’s ready to go.
With my head fuzzy from drinking, I forget about my suggestion of going to the strip club next door, so I’m confused when, instead of heading to the parking lot, Ethan steers me next door, Blaire and Victor following behind.
Ethan steps up to the bouncer and shakes his hand. “Marlene will show you to your table,” he says. “Benjamin is sorry he couldn’t be here to personally escort you, but he’s made sure you’re in VIP.”
Ethan pats the burly gentleman on his shoulder and thanks him.
Then interlacing his hand with mine, follows Marlene into the club.
Unlike The Warehouse that has loud, fast-paced dance music pumping through the speakers, Assets has slow, seductive music blaring from theirs.
The walls are white and the floors are marble.
There’s a huge stage in the center of the room with two winding staircases on each side, leading upstairs.
There’s a bar on the back wall with mirrored shelves filled with liquor.
The tables are a thick expensive looking wood, and the chairs are surprisingly comfy looking, reminding me of a reading chair.
Soft pink and silver fluorescent lights cover the entire area, lighting up the room, yet keeping it dark and seductive.