Pieces of Rhys by L. D. Davis Read Free Book Online Page A

their homes at unsuspecting times to woo them?
    Rhys seemed to have established himself into my life, but was it temporary? Maybe he told all of the girls that he thought they were "cool" and he didn't want to hurt their feelings. Maybe that was his way. I couldn't blame him though. I did throw him on the bed.
    The memory of that night and the ride of my life the following morning made me instantly wet. I squirmed in my seat a little, and felt my mouth curve into a barely visible stupid smile.
    "Lindsey?" Phil called my name from the front of the table.
    "What?"
    "I asked you what you thought about Liz's idea. Will it work for you and Rhys ?"
    I looked around the room. All eyes were on me.
    "Honestly," I started. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm bored stupid. My brain checked out about an hour ago."
    There were a few chuckles and I heard a couple people agree.
    "Phil, we've been at this for almost three hours," Rhys said. "Why don't we break for lunch?"
    Phil looked like someone stepped on his toes and then took his ice-cream. "I was going to call out for pizza and wings."
    "I'll die if I have to sit here another hour," I said, standing up. "Can't we do this in increments? Like a couple of hours a day? It's not like you're saying anything critical."
    A few people looked at me and back to Phil. He was an easy guy, but he was still the boss. I was feeling unusually brazen today though.
    "I'm sorry, Phil," I winced.
    "Yeah," Rhys stood up with me and made for the door. "But we'll still take the pizza and wings, your treat."
    I followed Rhys out the door just as Phil glumly announced the meeting was over.
    "Where was your brain?" Rhys asked me as we took the steps to our floor.
    "Like you weren't bored to the point of brain death," I said.
    "Yeah, I was bored, but I was still paying some attention. You were squirming in your seat and smirking."
    "Was not."
    "Yes, you were."
    "You were so bored you started imagining things," I said pointedly.
    We stopped on the next landing. I recognized that it was the same place Rhys had ambushed me.
    "I'm not imagining anything," he said and stepped in close to me. His fingers grazed my arm.
    "Okay, so I may have had something on my mind," I admitted, feeling fiery under his touch.
    "What are you doing after work?"
    I swallowed hard. "I have a date."
    "A date? With who? That Adrian guy?"
    "Yes, with that Adrian guy," I said stepping away from him. "I'm single, right? I need to get my life moving."
    "True," he said with a small smile.
    I smiled back and then continued down the stairs. The truth is, I really wanted him to kiss me, and I really wanted to see him after work, but these were his rules, right? I was just following the rules, even if I didn't like them. I refused to be like the other girls, still pining after someone who really didn't want them.
    After the pizza and wings, the rest of the day flew by. Before I knew it, it was five o'clock and it was time to go. My date with Adrian was at seven-thirty, and I wanted to look extra cute, so I practically flew out of the building.
    Outside, I nearly ran into Rhys , surrounded by mostly women, including Nicole.
    "Hey, enjoy your date," he said to me with his fabulous smile.
    "Thanks," I said and scrambled into my car.
    When I got home and checked my cell, I had a message from Rhys .
    Don't enjoy it too much. I may get jealous.
    What?
    I shook my head, trying to shake the dumb smile from my face.
     
    Adrian looked even tastier than he did at my party, wearing a white, cotton button down shirt, hanging loosely over a pair of dark jeans. He wore an undershirt, but nothing could hide the rippling muscles.
    He pulled me into a strong hug and kissed my cheek in front of the restaurant we were meeting at.
    "You look great," he said, holding me at arm's length.
    "Yeah, I know," I joked. "You look really good yourself. Wow," I sighed, staring at his chest, feeling a little damp.
    I had high expectations for our date, but half way