have to go about this carefully.
Refusing his hand , I step out and shut the door.
“Where are we?” I ask politely , trying to hide my anger.
“I thought I wou ld set some roots of my own over here on the east coast. This is my newly acquired house. Initially I signed to lease it with an option to buy, but then changed my mind. I signed the papers a few days ago.”
“Why would you buy a house here?” I ask disbelieving.
“Full of questions are we? How about I give you a tour , then you can ask all the questions you want?”
“I guess.” I say, not really thinking I have a choice in the matter.
The red brick house is enclosed with a brown maple stained deck, wrapping all the way around. Steele steps onto the porch and walks to the main door, he unlocks it and holds it open for me to enter.
“This house has six bedrooms, two of those are masters with three full bathrooms.”
“That’s a lot of unneeded room , wouldn’t you say?” I ask.
“You can never have enough room. Plus I got this at a practical price. It’s been sitting on the market for more than two years. The owners just wanted it off their hands. I did them a favor.” He says.
The room we walk into is the living area . It’s enormous, with eight foot ceilings and ornate walls. There is a brick layered fireplace, matching the exterior of the home that is the centerpiece of the room. Oddly though, the room is bare, no furniture in sight.
“Where’s all of your furniture?” I ask.
“I haven’t had a chance to go shopping to pick out any furniture. Like I said, I only signed the papers a few days ago. Plus I have only been here now twice. I still have yet to do a complete tour myself. I think that should be a priority over furniture, as I need to know how much room I am working with.”
“Well it looks to be a big house, seems like you’re going to be a busy man.” I comment.
“Maybe if you had some free time, you could help me?” Steele asks.
“What? Why would I help you furnish and decorate your house?”
“Well I would like to consider us friends after everythi ng that has happened between us, and seeing as you’re the only friend I have that’s local, you would know where all the best stores are to get this stuff.”
“Again, I ask , what would make you think I would help you? You really have lost it haven’t you?”
Acquaintances for a child’s sake are one thing, but to become his personal shopper is another. No fucking way. I am not doing it.
“You know by coming here today , I thought that maybe we could bury the hatchet.”
“I have no hatchet to bury with you.” I lie.
“Minx let’s stop dancing around this ever growing bush of bullshit. You ran from me. You ran from us. You had to have a reason for running so damn fast without speaking to me.”
“I ran because after we spent a night together, I woke up in bed alone. When I went to find you, a sleazy woman answered your hotel room door. She made it pretty clear that she was far from done with you and I should wait in line, take a number so to speak. I am not a fucking number. You didn’t deserve a chance to speak.” I reveal.
I have a hell of a time controlling myself around him. I thought by not arguing and playing lapdog , could possibly give us a chance at making amends with each other.
Nope.
He irks me and causes my temper to rise. Just remembering that woman who was in his room, causes me to feel the burn of jealousy. A burn I would rather not feel.
“You gave me your virginity!” He yells. “I think that gives me a right to explain myself. I never thought of you as a number, and I swear she and I did nothing.” He argues back.
“I don’t believe you , but it doesn’t matter. You don’t owe me an explanation, and you don’t have to explain yourself. I am okay now. I understand, it was just a night. One night. It didn’t affect either of us in any real way. So we should be able to easily move on and pretend it didn’t
Refusing his hand , I step out and shut the door.
“Where are we?” I ask politely , trying to hide my anger.
“I thought I wou ld set some roots of my own over here on the east coast. This is my newly acquired house. Initially I signed to lease it with an option to buy, but then changed my mind. I signed the papers a few days ago.”
“Why would you buy a house here?” I ask disbelieving.
“Full of questions are we? How about I give you a tour , then you can ask all the questions you want?”
“I guess.” I say, not really thinking I have a choice in the matter.
The red brick house is enclosed with a brown maple stained deck, wrapping all the way around. Steele steps onto the porch and walks to the main door, he unlocks it and holds it open for me to enter.
“This house has six bedrooms, two of those are masters with three full bathrooms.”
“That’s a lot of unneeded room , wouldn’t you say?” I ask.
“You can never have enough room. Plus I got this at a practical price. It’s been sitting on the market for more than two years. The owners just wanted it off their hands. I did them a favor.” He says.
The room we walk into is the living area . It’s enormous, with eight foot ceilings and ornate walls. There is a brick layered fireplace, matching the exterior of the home that is the centerpiece of the room. Oddly though, the room is bare, no furniture in sight.
“Where’s all of your furniture?” I ask.
“I haven’t had a chance to go shopping to pick out any furniture. Like I said, I only signed the papers a few days ago. Plus I have only been here now twice. I still have yet to do a complete tour myself. I think that should be a priority over furniture, as I need to know how much room I am working with.”
“Well it looks to be a big house, seems like you’re going to be a busy man.” I comment.
“Maybe if you had some free time, you could help me?” Steele asks.
“What? Why would I help you furnish and decorate your house?”
“Well I would like to consider us friends after everythi ng that has happened between us, and seeing as you’re the only friend I have that’s local, you would know where all the best stores are to get this stuff.”
“Again, I ask , what would make you think I would help you? You really have lost it haven’t you?”
Acquaintances for a child’s sake are one thing, but to become his personal shopper is another. No fucking way. I am not doing it.
“You know by coming here today , I thought that maybe we could bury the hatchet.”
“I have no hatchet to bury with you.” I lie.
“Minx let’s stop dancing around this ever growing bush of bullshit. You ran from me. You ran from us. You had to have a reason for running so damn fast without speaking to me.”
“I ran because after we spent a night together, I woke up in bed alone. When I went to find you, a sleazy woman answered your hotel room door. She made it pretty clear that she was far from done with you and I should wait in line, take a number so to speak. I am not a fucking number. You didn’t deserve a chance to speak.” I reveal.
I have a hell of a time controlling myself around him. I thought by not arguing and playing lapdog , could possibly give us a chance at making amends with each other.
Nope.
He irks me and causes my temper to rise. Just remembering that woman who was in his room, causes me to feel the burn of jealousy. A burn I would rather not feel.
“You gave me your virginity!” He yells. “I think that gives me a right to explain myself. I never thought of you as a number, and I swear she and I did nothing.” He argues back.
“I don’t believe you , but it doesn’t matter. You don’t owe me an explanation, and you don’t have to explain yourself. I am okay now. I understand, it was just a night. One night. It didn’t affect either of us in any real way. So we should be able to easily move on and pretend it didn’t
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