7. Kris
7
KRIS
Oh, she’s pissed.
And I wish I cared, I really do. I mean, I hate that she’s mad at me, but she’s so damn hot when her little ears turn red.
Her being pissed off is a major turn on for me.
Which, now that I think about it, is probably why our relationship was so rocky to begin with.
Besides, I did her a favor. She didn’t really want to go out with that tool, and I actually do need to talk to her about what she’s wearing to the wedding.
“Now that’s just mean,” I say in response to her question.
Granted, I’ve never been told if I was dropped or not, so jury is still out on that one.
“So was interrupting a conversation.” She fake smiles at me, blinking dramatically.
“If you would have just told me what you were going to wear earlier when I asked you, I wouldn’t have had to interrupt,” I point out, then lean forward as her face changes.
She almost looks nervous to be around me right now. Like she can’t trust herself, because she pales slightly.
“You know how I feel when you get all pissed off at me, and you remember what came after when we made up, right?” I whisper in her ear, she swallows. I pull back to look at her throat, watching as she tries to compose herself after thinking of the reminder.
Our make up sex was some of the hottest shit. Actually, it was the hottest shit I ever did.
When you piss Kameron off, she’s wild as fuck in the bed.
“Why are you here, Kris?” She moves her hand to cover her neck, as if that would stop me from seeing the red tint grow deeper on her skin.
“I told you, I want to know what you’re wearing to the wedding.” I shrug, trying to pretend like she’s not getting to me.
And just as I suspected, my nonchalantness is pissing her off more.
“This is my job, and I told you I wasn’t sure what I was wearing. I’ve actually not even given it much thought. I still have time,” she snaps.
Her tongue darts out, swiping along her bottom lip, and there goes my mind.
The only thing I can think about now is how good those lips feel wrapped around my cock. I have high hopes for our weekend together, but I just don’t think she’ll give in as easily as I wish she would.
After seeing Kam in person, and watching her throughout the last few hours since I got here, she’s changed.
She’s more mature, she’s grown in life. While she’s still sexy as fuck, I know she’s not down for a quick fuck either. She’ll be embarking on that part of her life where she wants to meet someone, settle down, be in a serious relationship. You know, the whole picket fence and two point five kids shit.
Shit that I have no interest in ever doing.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
My eyes dart back to hers.
“This is purely platonic, remember. You’re doing me a favor, I’m doing you a favor. Nothing more.”
“Sure.” I smirk, and her eyes go feral.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go find Damon and tell him I’d love to go out with him sometime.” She stares at me a second before she starts to walk off. She probably should go find Damon , but I can’t leave well enough alone.
“Wear emerald,” I say, just loud enough that she can hear from the few feet she’s put in between us. She pauses, looking over her shoulder with a puzzled expression.
“What?”
“Wear emerald. You know it’s my favorite color on you.” I wink, and before I turn away I notice her cheeks beginning to turn that shade I love.
The crowd is growing heavier at the haunted house end of this tiny town, and I’ve parked on the opposite end. I need to get the hell out of Birchwood.
I run a hand over my face the closer I get to my car, wondering if she really did go find Damon and tell him she could go on a date.
Either way, jokes on his ass because she’ll be with me in two weeks for four straight days. I could easily drive up Friday, we don’t actually have plans Thursday like I told her we did, but I wanted more time with her.
If I’m expected to strip in front of this tiny town, then I’m going to get what I want out of the deal too.
Which is an uninterrupted weekend with Kameron.
My car comes into view, just as I’m about to step into the street to cross to where I’m parked something catches my attention.
A woman is loading chairs into the back of an enclosed trailer, and she’s struggling.
I’m a dick when it comes to commitment, but I’m a gentleman when it comes to a woman needing help. I jog over to where she is, and grab a few of the chairs.
“Here, let me help.”
Her eyes snap to mine, and soften when she sees I’ve already taken six in my arms.
“Thank you. I’m not sure where everyone else is.” She shrugs, carrying them into the trailer and standing them against the wall at the front.
“No problem, I was just on my way out.”
“Are you from around here? I’ve never seen you, and working for the Chamber I would have noticed you as much as we work with the public.” Ah. She works with Kameron. She steps out of the trailer as I step in, depositing the chairs I’m carrying next to hers.
“No, I’m a couple hours away.”
“Oh, what brings you to Birchwood? Aside from this amazing event I organized.” She laughs, and I smile.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her about Kameron, but instead I settle for a discreet version. “Met up with a friend.”
“Oh, anyone I know?” She glances over her shoulder at me, but continues to keep grabbing chairs.
“Probably not, she’s not originally from here,” I answer, truthfully.
“Ah. A girlfriend then.” Her expression falls just a little.
This may make me sound cocky, but I’m used to it. When a woman thinks a hot guy they’re somewhat interested in is dating, they drop their hopes a little.
“Definitely not.” I chuckle, just the word girlfriend makes me anxious. “I’m not a dating type of guy.”
Her lips tilt up in a smile. “Well, I’m not a dating type of girl, either.”
That shocks me, the look on my face makes her laugh. “What? Is that shocking?” she asks.
“Yeah, a little bit actually.” I shrug, grabbing another handful of chairs and taking them into the trailer. With me helping, she almost has them all loaded and then just a couple of tables. “Most women are interested in the long-term, serious type thing, you know.”
“I do, and I’ve been burnt too many times by men to even consider being serious at this point in my life.” She shakes her head, moving for one of the tables that have already been broken down and folded so it’s easier to load. “Relationships are just drama, and constantly having to wonder what your significant other is doing is more energy than I’m willing to give right now.”
“That makes sense, too.” It’s kind of how I feel, but I also have deeper rooted issues than just a few bad relationships.
We work in silence for the next few minutes, loading the tables into the trailer then I help her shut the door and slide the latch in place.
“Well,” she turns to face me, wiping her hands on her jeans, “it was nice to meet you…” she trails off and I realize we never exchanged names.
“Kris.”
“Kris,” she repeats my name, holding her hand between us. I slide mine in hers and shake it. “I’m Becky.”
“Nice to meet you.” I smirk.
“Well, next time you’re in Birchwood, swing by the Chamber and maybe we can grab lunch or dinner.” She eyes me, and I know exactly what she’s wanting by suggesting lunch and dinner.
“Sure thing.” I drop her hand, and head in the direction of my car with a small wave.
It would have been easy for me to suggest we get that dinner right now, and I’m sure she would have taken me up on it.
Unfortunately for me though, I can’t quit thinking about the auburn beauty that’s been occupying my thoughts since she called me.