“Say what you mean.”
“You need me to spell it out?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
“Why are you being this way?”
He shrugs, and it pisses me off.
“Fine. Last night was a one-time thing, never to be repeated.” It comes out sounding harsher than I mean it to. I see something that looks an awful lot like hurt flash through his eyes, and it makes me feel like a bitch. “We both had something we needed to get out of our systems, and we did that last night. Anyway, it’s not like you’re interested in having a relationship with anyone, and I don’t get involved with drivers.”
God, I wish I could. I really, really wish I could have you.
He’s looking at me like he doesn’t even know me. Right now, I have to agree with him. I don’t recognize myself either. I’m not the girl who says these types of things.
His eyes go to the ceiling again, and he blows out a breath. “So, what happens now?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
His eyes come back to mine, his brow furrowed. “What is there not to understand? What the fuck happens now?” He enunciates the words.
I can tell he’s getting angry.
It makes me squirm uncomfortably. “Well…I guess we go back to being friends.”
He lets out an incredulous laugh. “You’re friend-zoning me?”
I frown, displeased. “We were always friends first, Carrick.”
He gives a hollow-sounding laugh. “I can’t believe I’m being given the let’s-be-friends speech.”
“That’s not what’s happening here.”
“No?” He gives me a direct hard stare. Then, looking away, he places his hands on the back of the chair in front of him, gripping it, and his eyes go to the floor.
It feels like forever before he looks back up at me. And when he does, I wish he hadn’t because he looks cold. The warmth in his eyes that I’ve grown so used to is gone, and it’s been replaced by something stony.
“And what if I said I don’t want to be your friend?”
A sharp blow hits me, dead in the center of my chest, leaving me gasping for air.
The thought of not being friends with him…it’s inconceivable. He’s become too important to me in such a short space of time for me to lose him.
“Carrick…”
“Answer the fucking question.” His voice is firm and resolute.
I don’t know what to say. My throat feels tight. I nervously wring my hands in front of me.
I’m trying to clutch at words, but I’m getting nothing.
All I have stuck in my head is the total dismay of never being able to be close to him again…to talk to him.
I never even factored that into the equation.
Swallowing past my fear, I part my dry lips. “Then…I’d respect your wishes.” And I would spend the rest of my life missing you.
“Of course you would.” He sounds bitter.
I’m so confused as to what’s going on here.
“God, Carrick, are you being this difficult because you didn’t get in first to say that last night was a one-night stand? Have I bruised your ego or something? Because if that’s the case, then I’ll gladly step outside and come back in, so we can start all over again. Then, you could give me the one-night-stand speech.” I’d do just about anything to get back to where we were.
“Yeah, that’s what this is about—my bruised fucking ego,” he snaps.
“I just…I don’t understand you!” The anger bursts from me. I’m practically tearing my hair out here. “You sleep with women all the time. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
Something in his expression changes, and that’s when I see his eyes close down, shutting me out. “I’m not. Whatever, Andressa. We’re done here.” Turning, he walks away from me and over to the window.
“Done?” Panic slaps me in the face. “Carrick, I can’t lose my job over this.” The words are out before I can stop them, and I know it’s the wrong thing to say, but it’s too late now.
I don’t even know why that was the first thing out of my mouth, why I interpreted his words that way, because what I’m more afraid of is losing him from my life. That takes precedence over anything.
He turns back to me, his expression hardened. And I feel sick to my stomach.
“Wow…” A bitter laugh escapes him. “I didn’t realize you thought that low of me.”
“I don’t. I just…I mean—” I trip over my words, trying to correct my error.
He lifts his hand, stopping me. “You still have your job. Contrary to popular belief, I do actually have some fucking integrity.” He turns away from me, giving me his back. “Shut the door on your way out.”
“Carrick…” I take a step toward him. “I wasn’t trying to be a bitch. It’s just you know…Amy and Charlotte—they both lost their jobs because they slept with you.” Why can’t I stop talking? I know I’m making it worse, but the words just keep spilling.
I see his back stiffen. Slowly turning to me, the look on his face hits me like a blast of liquid nitrogen turning me to ice.
The way he’s looking at me…it’s like he actually hates me.
I feel winded.
His jaw is clenched so tightly that it looks like it might shatter. “Get the fuck out, Andressa. Now.” The low warning in his voice is worse than any words he could have yelled at me.
Biting my lip to stop from crying, I turn to the door. Curling my trembling hand around the handle, I yank it open. Slipping out into the hall, I shut the door behind me and fall against the wall beside it.