Page 64 of Pleasure Island
I’d already become addicted to New York style pizza and was demolishing my second slice when I noticed that Mila was only picking at hers.
She’d been oddly quiet that day, even with the shopping trip. She’d only teased me a little, and now, I couldn’t help but wonder if something was bothering her.
I wanted to ask, but it seemed to step outside the lines we’d established for this relationship.
It was a sexual one, nothing else.
Besides, Mila wasn’t shy. If there was something on her mind that she wanted to talk about, then she’d just up and tell me.
“You feel like watching a movie with me?” Mila asked, looking at me as she finally picked up her slice, half-folding it before taking a bite.
“If you want to watch a movie, that’s fine.” I offered a small smile. “I’m here all day.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t meanmewatch it while you stand at the door. Watch it with me. Relax a little.”
I could have pointed out that I was plenty relaxed, but I stayed quiet.
I was still on the job and needed to keep that in mind.
“My replacement will be here in about an hour,” I reminded her.
She made a face. “So, we can watch the movie then. You can stay a little longer, can’t you?”
I frowned. “If I do that, my work will find out, and they’ll want to know what’s going on.”
She heaved out a heavy breath and took another bite of her pizza.
Finally, unable to keep silent any longer, I said, “You’re very quiet.”
“Am I?” She put the pizza down and got up, moving to the fridge. “I think I’ll have some wine.”
She didn’t bother offering me any. She knew I wouldn’t accept, and I wondered if I’d somehow managed to upset her.
But she didn’t seem…upset. Just distracted, like she had something heavy on her mind.
I wished I had the right to push, to get her to talk to me.
But that wasn’t really my place.
