Chapter 15
Three days after I leave my father’s office, immediately upon returning home from work, there’s a knock on my door.
In my exhaustion, I don’t bother to look through the peephole, instead pulling the door open to be met with the face of Javier.
Javier who has never been to my house. Who shouldn’t know where I live.
“Hello,” he says before walking past me and into my living room.
I close the door and turn around. “Uh.”
“How’d I know where you live?” he questions, a smirk on his lips. “Easy. I followed you.”
“Why?”
He gazes around the room before sitting on the plush gray couch. “So I would know where you live.”
“Okay,” I say, drawing out the word. “But why is that information necessary?”
“So I can come see you. Obviously,” he says, stretching his arms along the back of the couch.
“Normally, people ask for an invitation.”
He shrugs, his eyes scanning the room again before they land on me, giving me a slow onceover.
“Nice clothes.”
“I just got home.”
“I know. Something about this priestly getup really does it for me.”
His gaze turns lascivious, and warmth spreads throughout my body.
I tug at my collar and his eyes track the movement, his tongue wetting his bottom lip.
“Taking it all off will really do something for me,” he says with a grin.
I stop fidgeting with my clothes and walk to the kitchen simply to get away from him. “Did you need something?”
“Not really.”
I look up at the ceiling as I’m tucked in the corner of the kitchen he can’t see, wondering if he’s here to continue the torture of our last get-together. With a deep breath, I open the fridge and pull out a pitcher of water.
“What have you been up to lately?” he asks, coming to the breakfast bar that separates my small dining area and the kitchen.
“Not much. Just working.”
“All work and no play, huh? You know what they say?”
“Are you saying I’m dull?” I question, pouring the water into a glass.
“Definitely duller than I am.”
I offer him the glass but he declines with a shake of his head. I wish I could argue that I know how to have fun, but I really don’t do much outside of work.
“Well, we can’t all be criminals, can we?” I say, putting the pitcher back in the fridge. I pause, wondering if I should’ve said that.
When I turn around, he’s watching me with a serious expression that soon melts into a half-hearted grin. “I suppose not.”
I take a long drink of water before putting it down on the counter. He watches me from the other side of the bar with a look on his face that I can’t pinpoint.
Slipping my hand in my pocket, I break eye contact to look out the window, but he doesn’t say anything. When I flicker my eyes toward him, he’s still staring at me.
“You look uncomfortable,” he finally says.
I meet his gaze. “I am.”
A hint of amusement touches his features. “Why?”
“You know why.”
“Could be a couple reasons. The fact that you’re a priest and I frequently violate the commandments. Or the fact that you and I are both into guys and we want each other.”
I ignore the flood of emotions that pour over me, choosing to remain as stoic as possible.
“Oh, do we?” I take another sip of water.
He rests his arms on the bar and leans closer.
“I want you.” His eyes trail up and down my body.
“I want you when I know I shouldn’t. And you want me but you won’t admit it.
Doesn’t mean I don’t see the truth, as hidden as you may think it is.
” He sighs, still watching me. “I think it’s because it’s wrong.
Forbidden. You can’t have sex, and I want to be the one to fuck you.
To make a priest break his vow,” he bites down on his bottom lip, letting out a slight moan, “Well, that would be good for my ego.”
I swallow, glad we have this breakfast bar between us. “I won’t break.”
His lips curl up on one side. “Oh, but I’d love to see you bend.”