Chapter 16
Patrick
The couch beneath me is somewhat stiff as I find myself sitting in Ellie’s living room.
Rustling sounds come from her bedroom, and I’m not completely sure if I should stay or go.
I know that I’m not going to do anything inappropriate, but I also don’t know how she can be comfortable having a person, who is practically a stranger, sitting in her living room.
Unfortunately, it was impossible to say no to her plea for me to come in, especially when she looked up at me with those eyes.
She doesn’t know this, but I would find a way to give her whatever she wanted just to see that look again.
I am completely powerless to her, and I don’t think I mind. She is somehow able to—
Before I finish that thought, she walks out of her room and flops down on the other side of the sofa in an oversized t-shirt that is barely long enough to cover her ass.
I have no idea if she is wearing shorts underneath, but it is in my best interest to assume that she is.
While I was waiting for her, I grabbed her a glass of water, so I pick it up off the coffee table and hand it to her.
She takes a couple big sips and holds it close to her chest. “Patrick, you’re such a nice guy.”
“Thank you, El.” I smile at her, but she has her eyes closed.
“I love it when you call me El.” She hums in response. Her voice sweet and dreamy when she says, “It’s like my own special nickname from you.”
We sit in silence as she drinks more of her water, and when I look back at her, I notice that she is watching me with the same intensity from earlier in the bar.
“Patrick—” She bites her lip and looks shyly down at the glass in her hands. “I was wondering…are you a nice guy all the time?”
Cocking my head to the side, I feel more confused than anything. “I don’t know what you mean, El. I would like to think so.”
By the way she reacts, I know I somehow gave the wrong answer.
“Hmmm…” She looks at me with those big, innocent doe eyes that could manipulate me with a simple stare. “What about in the bedroom?”
I choke on the air, and my cheeks feel like they are bright red. “W-what?”
I don’t know what to say, but it doesn’t matter because she starts her semi-drunken-stream-of-consciousness rant before I can say anything else.
“Well, it’s just that when you asked me to sit on your lap at the bar, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like, you know?
I don’t know if you could tell how turned on I was, but—” I attempt to readjust myself, trying not to reveal how her confession is making me hard.
“You are such a nice guy, but I was kind of hoping you would—I don’t know how to say it.
Oh god, I probably shouldn’t be telling you any of this, but who cares? ”
I feel like I’ve overstepped a boundary here.
There is no way that she realizes the gravity of what she is saying to me, but I can’t get myself to leave.
An invisible weight is pinning me down to this spot, and I am not strong enough to push it off.
She leans back into a pillow and stretches her arms up.
Her t-shirt lifts up and the hem comes way too close to revealing something it shouldn’t.
Yep, she is definitely not wearing shorts. Fuck me.
I expect her to stop talking, but she doesn’t.
“You know, I love when a guy talks dirty. Like I think it’s so hot, and I like it a little rough too.
It’s been a long time—” Ellie yawns and starts to drift off in the middle of this conversation.
“And I don’t really trust men to respect me and fulfill my sexual preferences, so I fantasize a lot about—” She mumbles something I don’t catch and closes her eyes, and there's nothing to do other than sit here in shock.
I was not prepared. I was not prepared at all.
I’m not going to lie, I’ve had some seriously filthy thoughts about Ellie, but to know that she wants this too is too much.
Despite all of that, I know that this confession was not an invitation.
Ellie was drunk and will probably have no idea what she said when she wakes up, and I am going to do the gentlemanly thing and pretend like I did not hear it.
Once I manage to calm myself down, I carry Ellie to her bed and wait on the couch for Nick to get home.