So many questions stem from his one simple statement. I want to know what about the place makes him feel that way, but I know from my experience that sometimes home isn’t always a good place to be. I opt for a simpler approach. “Do you still have family living there?”
He holds the door open and motions for me to go inside. “Let’s not talk about my family. Please?”
I tense instantly and wish I could take back being so nosy. We’ve fought about my prying enough for one night.
The hotel suite is amazing. I’ve never been in one that looks more like a small apartment before. The sitting room has a couch and two formal armchairs pointing at the flat-screen mounted on the wall. A small, high-end kitchen with dark wood cabinets and stainless steal appliances flows into the sitting room. “This is really nice.”
He nods. “I stay here every time I’m in town.”
I turn back toward him. “How often is that?”
“Not often—every couple of years.”
My heart instantly sinks. “Who takes care of your house if you’re gone so often?”
He shrugs. “I pay someone to look after it.”
I sigh. “I can’t believe you’re leaving soon. Am I ever going to see you again?”
He leans against the wall and stares down at the floor. “It’s probably better if you don’t”
“Says who?”
His head jerks up, and he meets my stare. “Me.”
I shake my head and step toward him. “If we’re going to continue being friends, you have to stop with the self-loathing attitude. You aren’t a bad person. If you were, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
Xavier reaches out and grabs me by the waist, effectively pulling me to him. “You don’t know how badly I wish that where true.”
Intensity radiates off him and my heart pounds against my ribs as he leans in to kiss me. My hands press against his chest, and I close my eyes, allowing my mouth to drift open as I wait for lips to meet mine.
“Well, well…what do we have here?” A distinctly female voice purrs behind me. “Are you going to be done playing with her soon or will she be joining us this evening? I’m lonely back here.”
I turn just in time to spot Deena stride out from the bedroom, wearing a couple of red strings and pieces of fabric that I believe she considers to be lingerie. I can’t help but stare at her. She’s practically naked in front of me and seeing her undeniably killer body, I understand why she was unimpressed with me at the bar the other night. She belongs on a magazine cover.
How can I compete with that?
Xavier’s muscles tense beneath my fingers. “What are you doing here, Deena?”
She shrugs as she runs her finger along the back of the couch slowly. “I figured since we had so much fun together the other night that you’d want to do it again. I know I do.”
My stomach turns as the words the “other night” replay in my head. He slept with her after he’d spent the evening with me? I guess I’m nothing special to him after all. I shove away from him and shake my head.
“Anna…” He grabs for me, but I swat his hand away.
“Don’t!” I snap. “You don’t get to touch me while you still have her.”
He grimaces. “What happened with her…it didn’t mean anything.”
The conversation we had about his relationship with Deena flashes through my mind. “That’s right. The two of you have some weird sex arrangement that makes it okay to use her.” I shake my head, disgusted at how he could share his body with someone who means nothing to him. I feel so…used…and stupid. How could I be so naïve?
He scrubs his hand over his face. “It’s not like that. Damn it. I just…I can’t go without sex for that long, and I knew you—”
“Wouldn’t give it up, you little prude,” Deena fires at me, and her words feel like a punch to the gut. “I, on the other hand, was only too happy to give him what he needed.”
“Shut up, Deena!” His voice takes on a threatening tone and the smirk on her face immediately disappears as he glares at her.
It’s then that I know what Deena is saying is true, and Xavier is obviously not happy with her for telling me. My heart instantly crumbles. “Has the last week meant nothing to you?” Tears threaten to expose how betrayed I feel. The walls of the spacious hotel room begin to close in on me. I can’t stand here in the middle of this messed-up situation and pretend like I’m not hurting.
As I take a couple steps backward toward the door my feet falter, and I struggle to get my balance. Anger and embarrassment flow through my veins. I clutch my chest, wishing I could reach inside and hold my breaking heart together.
“Anna…” There’s an almost pleading tone to his voice, but I refuse to allow myself to get hurt any more.
I knew he was bad, that this wouldn’t end well, yet here I am—locked in his hotel room getting a huge reality check.
I lift my chin and feel grateful that we never became physical. That would’ve made walking away from him now that much harder.
“Thank you.” My gaze flicks from Xavier to Deena. “To both of you, for teaching me a very valuable lesson. Some people can’t be trusted, no matter how much you want to believe they can be.”
All the color drops from Xavier’s face, and he nods before shoving his hands in his pockets. “I warned you.”