He chuckles, “Oh Amelia.”
Oh Amelia?What is that supposed to mean?
We exit the elevator and enter one of the three apartments on this floor. It’s not the penthouse I would expectnew money Evanto live in, but it certainly isn’t modest for New York standards.
First of all, this building looks brand new. Also, we rode in an elevator instead of trekking up countless stairs. I realize that my list is only going to get longer the second Evan opens the door to his apartment and yep—I’m reminded that even though he might consider this apartment a place to crash at while he decides which Soho apartment to pour his millions into, this place is probably every New Yorker’s dream apartment.
Open floor plan. State of the art kitchen, floor to ceiling windows in the living room, and multiple doors which either means more than one bedroom or closet space. Each just as unattainable in this city as the other.
“Ok quick tour before you go to bed. Kitchen, living room, and dining room are pretty obvious. On the left is the guest bedroom and bathroom. Feel free to shower and use anything in there. And before you ask, no I didn’t set this place up myself, someone else did.” He sighs, as if already tired of whatever comment I was about to make. “I’ll get you some clothes to wear tonight and then I’m going to shower and head to bed, it’s been an excruciatingly long day for me,” Evan says as he makes his way to another door.
“Well hold on! You didn’t give me the full tour now did you?” I smirk.
“I’m not sure why you need to see my bedroom, Amelia,” he protests.
I wave him away and walk into the room he was about to enter.
“Well, last I checked you literally interrupted me from having a good time, potentially cock-blocked me, caused me to have an exorcist-type vomiting session due to your presence, and then kidnapped me,” I say, listing each offense with my fingers. “I’m pretty sure that allows me some snooping privileges, don’t cha think?” I ask as I walk into his room running my hands over any surface I can reach.
I look over my shoulder and see Evan at the doorway, looking every bit as uncomfortable as I’d intended. Stiff as a board, shoulders almost up to his ears, hands balled into fists at his sides.
Actually, for the first time since he showed up tonight, I’m feeling like I have the upper hand somehow. It’s making me way too giddy, but I make sure not to show it.
I make my way to his nightstand drawer and open it. If I’m going to snoop, I’m going to be thorough. I make a fake gasping sound and look him straight in the eyes, “No condoms, Mr. Cooper? Tsk tsk tsk. A man like you needs to be careful and use protection. Too many gold diggers out there looking to trap a man with deep pockets like yours,” I say with an exaggerated southern accent.
“Are you done having fun?” he asks as he makes his way to me, closing his nightstand drawer harshly. “I need to go to sleep, and so do you. And for the record, I just moved in last week like I already mentioned. Condoms weren’t the first thing on my shopping list, nor on my mind,” he huffs.
I dramatically put the back of my hand on his forehead, “Oh dear, are you sick? You must be. A man saying he doesn’t have sex on the mind? We should call a doctor. Maybe my dad could squeeze you in for an emergency appointment.” I grin.
Evan grabs my hand and holds it between us, marking the second time that’s happened tonight, come to think of it. “Amelia. Stop fucking around. Get in the shower and I’ll get you some clothes.”
I am having way too much fun now. Evan and I have never really been in a setting that allowed us to be alone like this. Even in Miami, when we were partying with all of my college friends, we were never truly alone.
But now, I’m getting such pleasure by getting under his skin. I think it’s time to up the ante.
“You know, I think my Bambi legs are still a little too wobbly to jump straight in the shower. Do you have a ginger ale or something to drink so I can get some more sugar in me before bed?” I say innocently.
Time to catch him off guard, and nothing seems to be more important to Evan tonight than making sure I live to see another day.
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I have some ginger ale in the pantry and some baked goods on the counter.” He motions to the kitchen.
“Perfect. Why don’t you head off into the shower while I snack a bit, then when you’re done hand me some clothes and I’ll be out of your hair for the night.” I smile.
He eyes me suspiciously, but nods and heads to his bathroom and closes the door. A shot of adrenaline runs through me instantly. I’m about to do something a little crazy, but just the right amount of crazy that I can live with. My life may be in shambles, but I am about to put on the biggest tease of my life, and who better to torture than my first childhood crush.
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Evan
She’s goingto drive me insane. I can feel it.
Why have I put myself in this position? I should have left well enough alone, but here I am taking a shower with half a hard-on becauseLittle Miss Ameliais in my apartment.
I should be pissed that she seems quite pleased with herself from her little snooping session, but truthfully, I didn’t mind seeing her in my room. Although now it’s all I can picture. And all that talk about me not having condoms, what the fuck was that? Was she insinuating that I should have condoms to use with her? Or am I reaching? Fuck. I need to stop thinking about this before I get a full hard-on. I still need to see her one more time after this shower to give her some of my clothes. I should probably throw them at her and run into my room because I am certain there is no sexier image than Amelia wearing one of my T-shirts to bed.
I finally get out of the shower and get dressed. I want to get this over with as soon as possible so I can put this night behind me and possibly find some goddamn sense to my actions tomorrow. I grab one of my favorite T-shirts, because I’m a glutton for punishment, and some sweatpants.
“Just hand her the clothes, say goodnight, and go to sleep. Simple," I say to myself in the mirror.
