Stanton Adore by T L Swan Page B

was just so turned on. He makes me crazy, I forgot where I was.” She pinches her lips while assessing the situation, deep in thought.
    “So it’s physical then?”
    I nod, “I think so. I lose all coherent thought when he is anywhere near me, he just has this way. I don’t know, I can’t explain it. His body talks to mine.”
    “What so, he’s like, dominant?”
    I nod. “Totally and he’s seriously fucking hot, so it’s a lethal combo. The way he touches me, it’s like he will die if he doesn’t have me. He consumes me, I feel like I can’t breathe. Like I was meant to please him, to hold him.”
    Her eyes widen. “Hmm,” she’s thinking, “has he called you today?” I pull my phone out of my bag and check it for the hundredth time today.
    “No,” I answer flatly while looking at the screen.
    “Does he have your number?”
    “I don’t know,” I answer.
    “What are you going to do?”
    “I don’t know, I have to get some closure, I know that for sure I can’t move on until I can get him out of my head.”
    “Is that what you want? To move on.”
    “Yes. We can’t have a future together. I know that. We both know that, but there was something still there, I felt it and I know he did too. He forgot where he was as well, but I need to finish this for once and for all. I’m sick of this longing from a distance shit.” We sit in silence.
    “This is heavy shit Natasha,” Bridget whispers.
    “I know, I need to sort my shit out and I will. I feel like maybe it’s coming to a head now he is back, and I will be able to finish it up.”
    “Good,” Bridget smiles. “Can you imagine the shit that would go down if the family found out?” I roll my eyes, “Don’t even go there.”
     
    Sunday morning I was positive I was going to hear from him. Sunday night I was pacing staring at my phone, willing the bastard to ring. Monday morning I had decided to ring him, Monday afternoon decided against it. I already looked desperate, looked desperate, god I am desperate. Monday night at the gym I ran 12kms, a feat I hadn’t done before. Ok, I train better when stressed, a no brainer here. Then I went home and ate a whole block of chocolate. Tuesday morning I had all but given up, he probably hadn’t even thought about it again. I’m over reacting as usual where he is concerned. He really is pissing me off though, ring damn you. At lunch time my work friend Simon walks into our staff room.
    “Do you want to go grab some Sushi?”
    “Sure why not?” I grab my bag. I love Simon he’s tall with blonde curly hair sort of surfie looking, not my type though. He’s hard to explain, but you know those guys that are just too nice. Anyway he’s a great friend and he always says the right things. There has got to be some perks to hanging out with Psychologists. We drive and then walk to our favourite Sushi Train in the city, a place we usually frequent about once a week when we have a long lunch. We plan them on the same days for this purpose especially. Simon is telling me in great detail about the date he had on the weekend. He thinks the girl is a stage one clinger, apparently she was talking babies. I smile, although my thoughts are anywhere but on Simon’s date and proposed children. He opens the door to the restaurant in an exaggerated bow and holds his arm out to me and I link mine with his.
    “Our Sushi awaits my lady,” he gives me a wink. He always calls me my lady in reference to the historical romance novels I love. I smile at our ease with each other, he is so uncomplicated. Why can’t I love a guy like Simon? Why do I have to have Bastard player lover syndrome? We watch the train come around the table, while the group in front of us pay their account. They finish with the cashier and turn and I bump head first straight into Joshua. Ben and Adrian are behind him. Oh shit, I step back in shock. What are they doing here? My arm is still linked with Simon’s and I just stare at Joshua