Caged: Cellar Door Series by K. Pars Read Free Book Online

wasn’t gonna rub in her face just how much of an asshole I could be. One of my brow’s quirked up as I placed my order, daring the chick to try to take it further than doing her job, letting her know I’d shut that shit down worse than Fort Knox.
    “Philly cheese steak, double meat, double cheese all the way. Kylee wants an antipasto salad, extra Italian dressing with a side of fries covered in cheese.” The waitress scribbled out the order, her eyes glued to the pad she was toting after getting my message, turning on her heel and heading to put in the order. The swish of her hips was much milder than when she’d walked over to our booth.
    “Maybe I wanted something different. God! Do you have to be so damn….you!” Kylee’s nose was scrunched up, peeking over the top of the menu that I could have bet good money on she’d hadn’t even glanced at yet and I felt frustration taking hold of me. I’d known her longer than she’d known herself. Sue me for it. I knew what the hell she was going to order but apparently I had a knack for pissing Kylee off in zero to thirty seconds without making an effort too. Damn talented right here. I needed to find a podium or some shit so my medal could be awarded.
    “Yeah and maybe the sky’s changed color. I’m me. Never been more or less. Just how it is baby girl.” Raising my beer to my lips I took a long swallow as Kylee’s fury built. I cut her off before she could begin the tirade I knew was about to erupt.
    “Look Kylee. Let’s be real. Always have been with you. It’s your fucking favorite. I know it, you know it. Why is it dickish that I placed the order you would have anyway? It’s not a god damn competition. It’s an order.” I tipped my beer up and opened my throat finishing it off as fast as I could.
    I was having a hard time reconciling the woman sitting right across from me with the girl I’d known, but know her I full on fucking well did. Woman, girl, child. I knew them all. Each one of those pieces of her lived in me in different ways I was determined she would never know about. It was all I had, they were mine and I’d be damned to hell and worse before I let anyone try to take them from me. I knew I couldn’t have Kylee, but I would always have the memories of our friendship, the moments in time that made her all mine like her asking me to take her to her first dance and me doing it. Those pieces I never had to share with anyone else.
    Kylee’s menu was folded so sharply the vinyl coated pages smacked against one another before she slapped it against the table like the menu was her problem, I knew better. She raised her water to her mouth, her lips parting just enough to allow the cool liquid to flow past them, the ice bumping against the soft pillow of her top lip before the glass was lowered and set back on the table. Kylee’s big brown’s drilled into me like I was a puzzle she just had to figure out. Sad thing was….she knew every piece, time hadn’t changed that. All she  had to do was figure out how to put them all together and I’d be fucked.
    I realized my eyes hadn't left her mouth, had been trapped starring and I had to pull my gaze from them by sheer will power. Damn it. My fork and knife became the most interesting shit I'd ever seen. It was like introducing utensils to a caveman who’d never seen them. I wrapped my fingers around the handle of the fork, touching the tines, testing them to see how easily they might bend. Anything to keep my eyes off Kylee’s sweet mouth which was harder to do than holding water in a sieve since she kept moving the damn thing. She kept talking which just drew my attention back to the exact spot I was trying to avoid before I popped wood, again. It was almost getting embarrassing that my libido was acting like I was sixteen. That was saying something too since it was damn hard to embarrass me; I’ve always had a low threshold of give a fuck.
    I’d been caught in more unfavorable positions than I