Page 11 of Securing His Obsession

“What, divvy up the food?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugged again. “Seemed the best way to do it.”

“Right.” Again, the thought he was an enigma floated through her mind. Tonight wasn’t the night to work out who Damon was, so she picked up a slice and bit into it. Even though it wasn’t hot, it was still tasty. “Are you going to have some?” she asked, when it became clear she was the only one eating.

“Nope. I’m good.”

They sat quietly while she finished off her slice, closing the lid and placing it back on the table. She wanted more, but she had questions, and the only way to get answers was to ask them.

“Okay, do you want to tell me why you’re here? And don’t say it’s because you wanted to bring me leftovers. You could’ve given them to me tomorrow at the office.” If he had done that, there would’ve been questions from their colleagues, and considering how private Damon was, he probably didn’t want to deal with them.

Was he ashamed or embarrassed that he’d asked her out?

Did he want no one to know that they’d had a drink together?

Margot was beginning to spiral, and she needed to stop her thoughts, because they were on a fast track to nowhere. Yet she couldn’t seem to stop them.

“I could’ve and probably should’ve, but I didn’t⁠—”

“Want anyone to know that we were together,” she finished for him, hurt that her thoughts had been correct.

“What?! No! Is that what you think? That I wouldn’t want anyone to know we had a drink together?” He turned his dark gaze on her, trapping her.

Now it was her turn to shrug. He continued to look at her, as if waiting for her to answer. “I don’t know what to think,” she said on a sigh. And she didn’t. The whole day had been confusing, and all she wanted to do was forget it ever happened. “Look, Damon, I think you should go. I’m tired, and we’ve got work tomorrow.”

As excuses went, it was a reasonable one, if not a little lame.

Damon remained seated, and she began to think he wasn’t going to leave, but with a sigh, he stood. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said quietly, as if that was the last thing he wanted.

“Thanks for bringing me the food. Don’t forget yours.” She grabbed the second box and all but shoved it at him. He took it, again his fingers brushed hers. There was no reason for him to touch her, unless he wanted to.

Margot opened her door, about to say thanks again, but bit her bottom lip to stop the words from coming out. “Goodnight,” she said instead when he walked out. He paused and then turned back, leaning forward to brush his lips against hers in a whisper of a kiss.

“Night, Margot.”

He disappeared up the driveway, and she gripped the door. Her lips tingled, and she reached up to touch them with her free hand. They felt like they always did, but something had shifted between them, and Margot had no idea why.

Chapter

Six

Damon pushed himself through the waves as he body surfed back to shore. Beside him, Andy was doing the same. The morning’s workout had been exactly what he’d needed–to push his body to the limits. Feel the burn in his muscles with every extra push-up he did.

He strode out of the ocean, shaking his head. Droplets of water flew around him, the early morning sunlight catching them so they looked like diamonds. He scooped up his towel and rubbed it briskly over his body.

“You look like you’re trying to scour away the top layer of your skin. You good?”

He looked up to find Wilt standing in front of him. Their friend had an injured shoulder and would be having surgery on it soon, so he was only doing the bare minimum of their morning PT workouts.

“Yeah.” Damon was far from good, but he wasn’t about to spill his guts to Wilt. Or anyone else.

He’d been such a jerk to Margot last night, not once but twice. She’d opened the door for him to talk to her. Explain everything and what had he done?

Nothing.

He hadn’t spoken a single word. He’d wanted to. Had opened his mouth to tell her everything and the words had lodged in his throat, almost as if he was afraid that if he let them out she’d think differently of him.