freak.”
Taking
a sip of her grape juice, she studied him over the rim of her glass. “Are you
trying to let me down nicely?”
“Hell,
you cooked for me. You feel sorry for me. Eventually, because I’ll keep fucking
you, you’ll think you love me. You’re too kind and too sweet not to tie love
and sex together. What you really need to do is take a self-defense class and
kick me in the nuts the next time I show up on your doorstep. Will you?
Probably not. You’ll let me do whatever I want to you and you won’t ask for
anything in return. What kind of life is that for you? I can’t give you a
relationship, but I can guarantee fucking me will kill your chances at getting
one out of anyone else.”
Her
eyes widened. “Whoa. I don’t know where you get this idea that I need a relationship
or that I’m in love with you. Or that I’ll let you do anything to me that you
want.”
He
arched a brow. “Really? You’ve done nothing to stop me so far. I’ve been a
bastard to you and you still want to help me.”
“Sebastian,
it’s plain spaghetti! Hell, it isn’t even a meat sauce. I haven’t declared my
undying love for you.”
“And
you should keep it that way. Don’t let me do this to you. You deserve more.”
She
shook her head. “You keep saying things like that. Like you know so much about
me. Why is that?”
“Because
I do. I can’t recall when I had the first vision of you, but it was of you
being born. Every milestone of your life, I’ve been there. Your prom, your
graduation, the death of your father, your move to Nevada. I’ve always known I
would meet you some day, but I never knew when it would happen.”
Her
mouth dropped open. What did this mean? “Am I the only one? Are there other
people whose lives you…?”
He
shook his head. “Only you. So if it consoles you any, you’re not just some
random or convenient pussy to me.”
She
didn’t know what to make of his revelation. It was an invasion of her privacy,
though unintentional. He probably couldn’t stop it. They were destined to meet.
This was fated to happen.
Sebastian
groaned. “I see the stars in your eyes. I’m in no place to offer you anything.”
“Stop
telling me that I love you. I’m telling you that I don’t.”
“So
you would have done…this for anyone?”
She
bit her lip. She didn’t know if that was true. The first time had been a matter
of life or death. She’d like to think she would have made the unselfish choice
even if she hadn’t found him to be attractive, but she couldn’t swear to it.
Having sex with him wasn’t exactly a hardship. And this afternoon? Yeah, she
should have turned him away. “It’s just spaghetti. It took less than half an
hour—”
“Forget
the food. I’m talking about the pussy. If I said I wanted you right now, how
fast could I get you out of your panties?”
Keva
clasped her hands in her lap to stop them from trembling. She was so angry with
him. How dare he talk to her like that? The only thing she’d done was try to
help him. “You’re cruel,” she whispered.
“How
fast, Keva?”
“I’m
not some slut.” She bit her lip. “Okay, so maybe today was fueled by…lust but
that doesn’t mean I’m…”
“What
you are is sweet and wonderful. You deserve more than me, some guy who can only
offer you the occasional orgasm.”
She
expelled a sound of disgust and stood. “You’ve ruined my appetite.” He helped
her clean up and put the dishes in the dishwasher.
“I
should go.” She walked him to the door. “Keva, I’m sorry for being an a-hole. I
don’t like what I’m doing to you. And if I could help it…”
She
held up a hand. She didn’t need to hear any more about how if he could choose
he wouldn’t be darkening her doorstep. It was starting to give her a complex.
“Save it. Next time, I’ll knee you in the family jewels. And I won’t feed you.
Are we good?”
“Yeah,
I guess so.” He gave her a sharp nod. “See you