Page 11 of Wicked Delivery
“Okay, I need to ask you something. You’re just a pizza delivery guy, right? You’re not going to do anything crazy here in my house?”
“Define crazy. If you’re asking me if I’m going to rob you or hurt you, that would be pretty dumb since I can’t move my car from your driveway. So, no, I’m not going to do anything crazy.”
She let out a sigh, and I chuckled, which pulled her attention back to me as she dropped the ice into the glass.
“But… I’m not just a pizza delivery guy.”
I walked slowly around the counter, and she turned to face me and backed up. I followed her through the kitchen, stalking her until her back bumped into another countertop, and then I paused, inches from her body. I reached my hand out and brushed a piece of hair from her face.
“I’m also the lead singer in a band.”
Her breathing increased as I let my hand trail down her cheek to her neck. I didn’t squeeze it as much as I wanted to. No, I flashed a smile and pulled my hand away before turning and walking over to my drink. I grabbed it and drank half of it. I could hear her exhale from here.
“Oh. That’s pretty cool.”
I glanced back to see her silently smack her forehead. She caught me looking and blushed.
“I’m sorry. I’m not myself tonight. Probably just the storm and the power being out, ruining the plans I had, that’s throwing me off.”
Now, she had me even more curious about her. Because if her plans weren’t getting off with some random guy online, what else could they have been?
“Did you have some big plans with someone tonight?”
She blushed at that one.
I chuckled. “Sorry if I ruined a date.”
She walked over and took a drink of her wine. “The only date I had tonight was with my couch, this pizza and wine, and a Scream movie marathon I was in the middle of. And now that the power is out, you’re probably saving me from what would have been a really boring and disappointing night.”
I drank some more before turning and leaning against the counter next to her. “Well, glad to be the hero for once.”
She opened her mouth to say something—probably going to be a sassy little freak—but she promptly snapped her mouth shut before turning to look at me.
“Anyway, it looks like you might be stuck here all night, so you are welcome to stay in the guest room. Just let me know when you want to turn in, and I’ll show you where it’s at and get you another flashlight because I doubt the power will be on at all tonight with that big tree going down.”
I tipped my glass toward her. “I appreciate it. But the couch is fine. No need to go out of your way for a stranger.”
She shook her head. “No way. That couch is not a good sleeper. I have an extra bed, and you are welcome to use it. Now, let’s eat this pizza before it gets cold. I’m starving.”
Chapter 9
Lexi
Jesus, the things Iwant to do with this man in this kitchen would get me locked up.
I was trying so hard to act natural and not let every little thing he did bother me. But, damn, I was completely thrown off by him. It also wasn’t fair that he looked so good in the candlelight. And he was gazing at me with those crazy silver eyes, like he could hear everything I was thinking.
I turned away from him and walked over to the cupboards, where I kept the plates and glasses. Determined to get the pizza eaten before it got cold, and then I could end the awkward, sexually tense night by showing him to the guest room and locking myself away in my room until morning.
Hopefully, someone would remove the tree by then, and the sexy pizza guy would be gone from my life forever.
I reached up and opened the cupboard and grabbed a couple of plates. Unfortunately, I caught the rim of a wineglass stem, and within seconds, it dropped from the shelf.
Crash!
I flinched and looked down. It had hit the countertop and shattered into pieces on the counter and all over the floor next to my feet.
Goddammit. There goes my perfect matching set.