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

through dinner, I found myself disappointed and wanting to be somewhere else. Adrian was polite, too polite, and liked to talk. The problem is that he liked to talk about work, and as a scientist, much of it went over my head.
    Looks are deceiving. I expected this big, brawny, sexy man to turn me on, mentally and physically, but instead my brain was traumatized by his big words and theories and hypothesises. Who woulda thunk it? I wasn't smart enough to even consider dating this guy. I think I would have appreciated him more if he were dumb.
    Well, at least Rhys had no reason to be jealous.
     
    Chapter Thirteen
     
    After my failed date with Adrian, I allowed Kit to set me up on a few more dates, most just unsuccessful as the first.
    I tried Dylan first, the brother of her boyfriend Kit was going to set me up with at my party. He was a nice guy, but he secretly liked Kit. Great.
    Justin was still in love with his ex-girlfriend. He still carried her picture in his wallet and almost cried when he saw a woman who vaguely resembled her across the bar.
    Kevin was a meathead. Seriously. He reminded me so much of Gary that I left after twenty minutes. What the hell was Kit thinking setting me up with this guy? I like a slightly dominant man, but not one who is demeaning. He told me he didn't like my hair pinned up and insisted that I let it down and asked me not to make eye contact with any other guy while I was with him. What the fuck!
    Harold - okay, problem number one is that his mama named him Harold. This guy talked a lot about bondage, as in he wanted me to tie him up and do naughty things to him. At least we got to date number two before he asked me if he could wear my panties.
    Despondent over another failed date, I drove home with high hopes of some cold beer, barbecue potato chips, and maybe a cigarette. I wasn't really a smoker, but during my crazy years with Gary, it was something I'd occasionally pick up to soothe my nerves, even if just a little bit.
    I wished that I could hang out with Kit, but she had taken a job in Maryland and moved away from me once again.
    My phone buzzed in my pocket. At the next red light, I quickly dug it out and checked my messages.
    Just passed you at Smith St. Date over already?
    I smirked, practically hearing Rhys 's sarcasm. My dating other people didn't stop him from popping over from time to time, making my knees turn to mush with his kisses and touch.
    How'd you guess? I'm going home to some beer and junk food.
    I sent the message and put my phone in my lap when the light changed. The next message came quickly. I stole a few glances at my phone until I got the entire message.
    Do you ever eat real food?? Leave the chips alone. I'm going to come cook you dinner. Give me about an hour. No chips!
    Cook me dinner? I smiled broadly. No guy has ever cooked me dinner , unless you counted the steaks Rhys and I grilled together. Maybe I could skip the cigarette, too.
    As I neared my house, my heart fell into my stomach. Gary's car was parked out front. Fuck.
    I could have just rolled on by, and wait for him to give up and leave, but this was my house. I put the down payment on it when I was only twenty-one years old, and I paid the mortgage and decorated it and made it my own. My house.
    As I coasted past his car, I noted that it was empty. The windows were tinted, but the driver's side was down a few inches. Where the hell was he? He couldn't be in the house, thanks to Rhys and his lock changing skills. Was he going to jump out from behind a tree? Did he go for a walk?
    As I climbed the steps and put my key in the door, I glanced around nervously. I was worried that I couldn't see him anywhere. I pushed open the door and realized with horror that he was in the house. I could hear his heavy footsteps in the kitchen, and as I stood paralyzed in the little foyer, he appeared in the kitchen entranceway.
    "How did you get in here?" I whispered. I wasn't sure if he heard me. His face changed from