Room For One More

CHAPTER TWO : One sip,Two Mistakes

He was still too close.

My fingers curled tighter around the wineglass, though I hadn't yet drunk any.

"I'm not here for temptation," I said warily.

His eyes sparkled with witty mischief. "Then what are you here for?"

"A job interview. Tomorrow. Early. I just needed a good night's sleep."

He settled back a little, arms stretched out along the back of the sofa like a king reclining in his palace. "And you got a broken lock and a half-naked guy instead."

"I've had worse shocks," I growled, and immediately regretted having said it.

He laughed, and it wasn't sneering. "I like you, Elena."

"You don't even know me."

"That's why I like you."

I rolled my eyes and placed the wine glass on the table. "Don't even think about it."

"Already did." His voice was playful, but the way he held my gaze so long made me squeamish.

I stood up and walked over to the window. Lagos sparkled outside, traffic lights flashing like tiny stars. "This is ridiculous. I should just sleep on the couch."

"I'm not going to stop you," he said, getting up. "But you'll be cold. This air conditioning in this room is nuts."

I spun around to find him right behind me.

Close once more. Always close.

"You don't know how to leave a person alone, do you?" I panted.

"No," he said clinically, "but I do know how to read signals."

"I'm not giving any."

He grinned slowly, eyes dropping to my mouth.

"That's rich," he breathed, "because your eyes are saying something else altogether."

Then he touched me.

And caressed my cheek.

Anyway.