Too Far 01- Fallen Too Far

“No. Not that I wouldn’t get in his bed if he’d let me but don’t tell Grant that.” She waved a hand as if to shoo away a fly. “Never mind. He probably already knows.”
    I was confused. “So, you just got out of Grant’s bed?” I asked realizing that once again this was not my business. But Grant didn’t live here so I was curious.
    The girl ran her hand through her messy mop of brown curls and sighed. “Yep. Or at least his old bed.”
    “His old bed?” I repeated.
    Movement in the doorway caught my attention and my eyes locked with Rush’s. He was watching me with a smirk on his lips. Great. He’d heard me prying. I wanted to look away and pretend like I hadn’t just asked the girl if she’d been in his bed. The knowing gleam in his eyes told me it was no use.
    “Please don’t let me stop you, Blaire. Continue to give Grant’s guest the third degree. I’m sure he won’t mind,” Rush drawled. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe as if he was getting comfortable.
    I ducked my head and walked over to the garbage to dust the bread crumbs from my fingers while I gathered my thoughts. I did not want to continue this conversation while Rush listened. It made me seem all too interested in him. Something he did not want.
    “Good morning, Rush, thanks for letting us crash here last night. Grant had drank entirely too much to drive all the way back to his place,” the girl said.
    Oh. So that’s the story. Crap. Why had I let my curiosity get the best of me?
    “Grant knows he has a room when he wants it,” Rush replied. I could see him shove off from the doorframe and walk over to the counter from the corner of my eye. His attention was on me. Why couldn’t he let this go? I would leave quietly.
    “Well, uh, I guess I’ll run back upstairs then,” the girl’s voice sounded unsure. Rush didn’t respond and I didn’t look back at either of them. The girl took that as her cue to leave and I waited until I heard her footsteps on the stairs before glancing over at Rush.
    “Curiosity killed the kitty, sweet Blaire,” Rush whispered as he walked closer to me. “Did you think I’d had another sleep over? Hmmm? Trying to decide if she had been in my bed all night?”
    I swallowed hard but didn’t say anything.
    “Who I sleep with isn’t your business. Haven’t we gone over this before?”
    I managed to nod. If he would just let me go I’d never speak to another girl that showed up in his house.
    Rush reached out and wound a lock of my hair around his finger. “You don’t want to know me. You may think you do but you don’t. I promise.”
    If he wasn’t so dang gorgeous and right under my nose then it would be easier to believe this. But the more he pushed me away the more intrigued I became.
    “You aren’t what I expected. I wish you were. It’d be so much easier,” he said in a low voice then dropped my hair then turned and walked away. When the door leading to the back porch closed I let out the breath I’d been holding.
    What did he mean? What had he expected?

    That night when I got home from work, Rush wasn’t there.

    I opened my eyes and turned to look at the small alarm clock on the nightstand. It was after nine in the morning. I had really slept in. Stretching, I reached up and turned on the light. I’d showered last night so I was clean. I had made over one thousand dollars this week. I decided I could start looking at apartments today. This time next week I should be able to get a place of my own.
    I ran my hands through my hair and tried to tame it before getting up. I was going to go lay on the beach for a little while this morning. I hadn’t done that yet. Today I would enjoy the ocean and sunshine.
    I pulled my suitcase out from under my bed and searched inside for my white and pink bikini. It was the only one I owned. To be honest, it had been used very little. The white lace pattern and pink piping looked good with my coloring.
    Pulling it on I decided it was skimpier than I remembered. Or my body had changed since the last time I had worn it. I pulled a tank top out of the suitcase to slip it on over the bikini and grabbed my sunblock. I had bought it after my first day of work. Sunblock was a must for my job.
    I turned my light off and stepped into the pantry and then into the kitchen. “Holy hell. Who is that?” a younger guy asked startling me as I stepped into the light. I glanced from the stranger sitting at the bar