Chapter Thirteen

No one stopped us when we left the table. Not even a word, except Bryan who coughed suspiciously.

“Is there something you want to show me at your house Brad?” I asked.

We were in the hall, walking towards the exit. I noticed tall frames holding oil paintings of men and women. His relatives. Some of them were modern photos as the rows of portraits went on. I was about to ask about them when I was pinned to the wall in an instant.

“Do I really have to spell it out for you Gia?” He smirked, his face too close for innocence to mine.

I swallowed. He wanted… “I thought we already had this conversation.” I tried to play it nonchalant, but he could feel my heart racing, I’m sure he wasn’t buying it.

“I’m not interested in you Brad.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Yes, you are. I see it when you shiver.”

His nose ran up my neck and my blasted body reacted by doi