“There’s a lot to unpack there, Blondie.”
She giggles. “I know.”
“Your man was cheating?” Crazy son of a bitch. He’d have to be in order to cheat on someone like this woman.
“For a long time, too. We’ve been long distance since I was a sophomore at NYU and our relationship wasn’t anything more than obligatory for the last three years. No love lost really, but it was kind of humiliating to walk in on his birthday—I was trying to surprise him—to find him eating out his legal aid while his law partner got ready to fuck him in the ass.”
I blink, my jaw drops, then I start laughing all over again. “You are something else, honey.”
Blondie shrugs one shoulder. “It’s all true.” Then she mumbles, “Didn’t think he even knew how to go down on a woman.”
And there’s my dick again, stirring and twitching in my jeans. Obviously, Blondie is better off without this guy because he clearly never did her right, never treated her the way she deserves. Something I would give my left nut to show her because I would eat the hell out of her pussy every day and make sure she never forgot it, especially while I treated her like the goddamn queen she is.
I bet she tastes fucking sweet too.
I adjust a little more, sink further into the seat so she hopefully doesn’t get a look at the tent I’m pitching in my jeans. “That all happened before you went to MACs?”
“Yep. Tony always says I’m no fun, not spontaneous enough, just a boring nerd with stupid hobbies and no desire to do anything other than hang out with Fabio, so I decided to prove to myself he was wrong about me.”
“He is.” I sigh because I’m getting sleepy. “And Fabio is pretty cool.”
Blondie gives me a breathtaking smile as she puts her jeep into park. “Fabio is awesome, but I hardly think two rescue missions is enough for you to think I’m anything other than a helpless, reckless klutz.”
“He’s wrong about you, Blondie. Don’t need to know you long to see that.” My head lolls toward her and I can practically feel how lopsided my grin is. “And I like that you’re a little klutzy.”
“I’m a lot klutzy, big guy. If you’re around long enough, you’ll get to see me in action more than you already have. Those stitches were nothing.”
Miraculously, this little pixie woman manages to get me out of her jeep, through the garage and all the way into her master bathroom with barely any help from me and that’s just another reason to like her. Blondie is a tough cookie.
And even though I’m getting all tired and loopy from my blood loss and head wounds, I’m still with it enough to grab her hand and stop her when she tries to take my baseball cap off.
She frowns. “I need to check your head.”
“Thought you didn’t like blood?”
“No one likes it, but I only get all woozy when it’smyblood. Something about the possibility of dying and all.”
“Head’s fine.”
“It’s not fine. Bleeding from your head is not fine.” Her fingers land on the bill but I don’t let go of her wrist. “I’m not giving up until I take a look at your head, so it’s pointless to fight me.”
“Leave it alone, Blondie.”
“I will not. What kind of person would I be to let someone as kind and compassionate and sexy as you bleed out all over my bathroom?”
Again, totally ignoring the way my heart ping-pongs inside my chest. I’m definitely not that guy, but I’d be a liar to say it doesn’t feel good as fuck that she thinks I am.
“Just leave it.”
“Fine.” I’m really starting to hate that word and the scowl she has when she says it. “You can take care of yourself then. I’m going to check on Fabio.”
“Fuck,” I grunt as she storms out of the bathroom.
Why do I keep fucking this up?
It shouldn’t matter, not really. It isn’t like we’re going to kiss again or some shit, not going to suddenly start dating or whatever. I shouldn’t even be here because I need to leave Blondie alone; I’m not good enough for someone like her and never will be. I should just use her first aid kit then call Jackal to come get me. Get the fuck out of this nice ass apartment and never look back.
Too bad that seems impossible at the moment.
