Oh, because that’s reasonable. “If you’re not going to leave the room, then I’ll go somewhere else.”
“The faucet in your guest bathroom doesn’t work,” he says, calling my bluff. My eyes widen before I remember that it’s his business to know secrets.
He’s not leaving.
“Fine,” I say, taking off my T-shirt. “Enjoy the peep show—that’s all you’ll be getting from me.”
His laughter skitters up my arm. “Don’t delude yourself, cherub. You have a wrist full of debt and I have many, many demands.”
I flash him another nasty look as I step into the shower to remove the rest of my clothing, uncaring that the water is quickly drenching the material. The shower curtain completely hides me from him.
I step out of my pajama bottoms, making sure that when I toss them over the curtain rod I aim right for Des’s perch.
He chuckles sinisterly, and I know without looking, he stopped the clothing from hitting him. “Throwing things isn’t going to change your fate, Callie.”
But it does feel damn good. I chuck my sports bra, then my panties at him. Several seconds after I throw them, I hear them fall uselessly to the ground with a dull plop.
“Seems your pajamas are no better wet than they are dry. Shame.”
“Seems you still think I care,” I fire back.
He doesn’t respond, and the bathroom quickly falls to silence.
This isn’t immensely awkward or anything, I think as I begin to rinse off.
“Why are you here, Des?”
“You already know why,” he says.
To collect.
“I mean, why now? It’s been seven years.”
Seven years of radio silence. And to think this man and I were once nearly inseparable …
“You counted our years apart?” Des says with mock surprise. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you missed me.” A faint trace of bitterness laces his words.
I turn off the water, snaking an arm around the curtain to grab a towel. “But you do know better.” I wrap the towel around me and step out.
“Sticks and stones, cherub,” he says, hopping off the counter. “Now, chop chop. We’ve got people to see, places to go.” And with that, he leaves the room.
I’m just stepping into my pants, my shitty lingerie on full display, when the Bargainer glances at his watch.
Ever since he left my bathroom, he’s been lounging on a side chair in my bedroom, waiting for me to finish getting ready. One leather-clad leg jiggles as he waits. I can’t help but feel that he’s making sure I don’t try to run.
As if, of the two of us, I’m the one known for running.
“Time’s up, Callie.” He pushes himself out of my chair and strides towards me. There’s something predatory about the way he moves.
“Wait—” I back up and bump into my dresser. My hair is still dripping wet, and my feet are bare.
“No,” he says just as he closes in on me.
I manage to open my dresser drawer and snatch a pair of socks from it before he scoops me up into his arms. He used to hold me like this before he left. He’d press me close against him and rock me in his arms as I cried my heart out. And when I fell asleep, he’d lay next to me for hours, just so he could wake me from my nightmares.
But he’d never kissed me then—he’d never even tried to. Not until that last night, and then, that had still been all me.
“Is this really necessary?” I ask, referring to where I lay in his arms. I push down a shudder. His body still feels like home, just as it did when I was a teenager, and I hate that.
I’ve never been free of him. When the sun hits my face, it’s his shadow I see on the pavement. When the night closes in on me, it’s his darkness that blankets my room. When I fall asleep, it’s his face that haunts my dreams.
He’s everywhere and in everything, and no number of lovers can make my heart forget.
Des glances down at me, his silver eyes softening just a smidge. Perhaps he’s also remembering all the other times his skin pressed against mine. “Yes,” is all he says.
Awkwardly I pull one sock over my foot. The other sock slips from my grasp, and I curse as it falls.
A moment later the sock flutters up next to us and lands on my stomach.
“Can you grab my shoes?” I ask.
The Bargainer’s eyes move to the boots resting next to the sliding glass door of my bedroom. As I watch, they lift off the ground and float towards me. I catch them in midair.
“Thanks,” I say, giving him a genuine smile. I’ve watched him do this little parlor trick a hundred times, and I’m always enchanted by it.
For just a split-second, his steps falter. He frowns as he looks down at me, his brows pinching together. And then he resumes walking again.
The sliding glass door unlocks and glides open. Cool night air hits me as the Bargainer steps outside.
“Truth, or dare?” he says just as I finish putting my boots on.
My limbs lock up. Repayment is beginning.
Earlier today I had been ready for it, but now I’m not. He still hasn’t answered why, after all this time, he chose this moment to come back into my life. Or why he left it in the first place. But I know better than to expect an explanation. Getting secrets out of him is harder than bathing a cat.
“Truth.”
“Did you say dare?” he asks, raising his eyebrows as he looks down at me. His hair isn’t tied back today, and the white strands of it frame his face. “You sirens always do know how to spice things up.”
“The faucet in your guest bathroom doesn’t work,” he says, calling my bluff. My eyes widen before I remember that it’s his business to know secrets.
He’s not leaving.
“Fine,” I say, taking off my T-shirt. “Enjoy the peep show—that’s all you’ll be getting from me.”
His laughter skitters up my arm. “Don’t delude yourself, cherub. You have a wrist full of debt and I have many, many demands.”
I flash him another nasty look as I step into the shower to remove the rest of my clothing, uncaring that the water is quickly drenching the material. The shower curtain completely hides me from him.
I step out of my pajama bottoms, making sure that when I toss them over the curtain rod I aim right for Des’s perch.
He chuckles sinisterly, and I know without looking, he stopped the clothing from hitting him. “Throwing things isn’t going to change your fate, Callie.”
But it does feel damn good. I chuck my sports bra, then my panties at him. Several seconds after I throw them, I hear them fall uselessly to the ground with a dull plop.
“Seems your pajamas are no better wet than they are dry. Shame.”
“Seems you still think I care,” I fire back.
He doesn’t respond, and the bathroom quickly falls to silence.
This isn’t immensely awkward or anything, I think as I begin to rinse off.
“Why are you here, Des?”
“You already know why,” he says.
To collect.
“I mean, why now? It’s been seven years.”
Seven years of radio silence. And to think this man and I were once nearly inseparable …
“You counted our years apart?” Des says with mock surprise. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you missed me.” A faint trace of bitterness laces his words.
I turn off the water, snaking an arm around the curtain to grab a towel. “But you do know better.” I wrap the towel around me and step out.
“Sticks and stones, cherub,” he says, hopping off the counter. “Now, chop chop. We’ve got people to see, places to go.” And with that, he leaves the room.
I’m just stepping into my pants, my shitty lingerie on full display, when the Bargainer glances at his watch.
Ever since he left my bathroom, he’s been lounging on a side chair in my bedroom, waiting for me to finish getting ready. One leather-clad leg jiggles as he waits. I can’t help but feel that he’s making sure I don’t try to run.
As if, of the two of us, I’m the one known for running.
“Time’s up, Callie.” He pushes himself out of my chair and strides towards me. There’s something predatory about the way he moves.
“Wait—” I back up and bump into my dresser. My hair is still dripping wet, and my feet are bare.
“No,” he says just as he closes in on me.
I manage to open my dresser drawer and snatch a pair of socks from it before he scoops me up into his arms. He used to hold me like this before he left. He’d press me close against him and rock me in his arms as I cried my heart out. And when I fell asleep, he’d lay next to me for hours, just so he could wake me from my nightmares.
But he’d never kissed me then—he’d never even tried to. Not until that last night, and then, that had still been all me.
“Is this really necessary?” I ask, referring to where I lay in his arms. I push down a shudder. His body still feels like home, just as it did when I was a teenager, and I hate that.
I’ve never been free of him. When the sun hits my face, it’s his shadow I see on the pavement. When the night closes in on me, it’s his darkness that blankets my room. When I fall asleep, it’s his face that haunts my dreams.
He’s everywhere and in everything, and no number of lovers can make my heart forget.
Des glances down at me, his silver eyes softening just a smidge. Perhaps he’s also remembering all the other times his skin pressed against mine. “Yes,” is all he says.
Awkwardly I pull one sock over my foot. The other sock slips from my grasp, and I curse as it falls.
A moment later the sock flutters up next to us and lands on my stomach.
“Can you grab my shoes?” I ask.
The Bargainer’s eyes move to the boots resting next to the sliding glass door of my bedroom. As I watch, they lift off the ground and float towards me. I catch them in midair.
“Thanks,” I say, giving him a genuine smile. I’ve watched him do this little parlor trick a hundred times, and I’m always enchanted by it.
For just a split-second, his steps falter. He frowns as he looks down at me, his brows pinching together. And then he resumes walking again.
The sliding glass door unlocks and glides open. Cool night air hits me as the Bargainer steps outside.
“Truth, or dare?” he says just as I finish putting my boots on.
My limbs lock up. Repayment is beginning.
Earlier today I had been ready for it, but now I’m not. He still hasn’t answered why, after all this time, he chose this moment to come back into my life. Or why he left it in the first place. But I know better than to expect an explanation. Getting secrets out of him is harder than bathing a cat.
“Truth.”
“Did you say dare?” he asks, raising his eyebrows as he looks down at me. His hair isn’t tied back today, and the white strands of it frame his face. “You sirens always do know how to spice things up.”
