Page 24 of Mr. Green (Mr. #2)

Lana

I went on a run this morning. It was long, just like I wanted.

I wanted a push to feel alive and think of something other than Grant’s lips on mine or how I was so pathetic my ex could just up and leave.

Thinking about anything else is easier said than done.

That kiss was explosive and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before in my life, but letting myself think about how nice it’d be to have a relationship with Grant keeps getting bypassed by how a guy I loved stomped on my heart.

So I ran. I pushed myself to run five and a half miles. It’s the furthest I’ve ever gotten. I almost couldn’t make it back to the hotel. My legs are killing me, and all I want to do is sit in a bath and pass out.

Last night has my thoughts all over the place. My past came up to say hi with that stupid song, but now I can’t stop thinking about Grant. And his lips. And his arms around me. And that forest, man smell. And what else he would do to me.

Why did he stop last night?

That is the question that has been plaguing my mind since it happened. I know I was crying and upset, but isn’t that prime time to take a girl to the bedroom and make her forget about whoever she was crying over?

He must actually be a gentleman. Just my fucking luck.

I could’ve gone for some hot, old-school, barbarian sex.

How I want to be conquered by his dick. It’s the first time I’ve wanted something more than my toys at home in a drawer.

Paige is right, the toys aren’t going to do it anymore.

They’ve lost their appeal since they don’t have a body.

I used to admire that. Now, I’m desperate for the whole thing; the personality, conversation, arms. I don’t want just any body.

I want Grant fucking Green’s body. I never thought I’d be able to get close to his lips, but now I’ve had a taste and I want more.

Grant is playing the gentleman card, but he also showed his domineering side. The one that says, “Take your pants off,” or “Don’t wear those panties, I want you bare.”

I bet his dirty talk is off the charts.

Maybe I could do the casual sex thing. Get my fix from him, complete with a body, and try to keep my heart locked up. It’ll be hard, but I need something physical from him as soon as possible or I’m going to lose my shit. The thought of him fucking me is all I can think about.

I’m about to get in the tub to die. I have to be ready to go soon. Matt arranged for our flight to take off around twelve, but we’ll have to drive over to the airport soon. I should go get some food before I’m stuck on a plane for about six hours without the person I want to see most.

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The flight was uneventful, since Grant wasn’t there.

I imagine him sitting in his own spacious seat on the way to Texas.

I’m close to letting my heart melt for a guy that doesn’t even live in the same state as I do.

I need to build up some of those walls. Ryan left because he didn’t want me to come with him.

Grant could do the same thing to me—leave me behind without another thought.

Yup, if I ever see Grant again, which I’m sure will happen, I have to remember it’s just going to be sex. That’s it.

I get dropped off at my parents’ house where my car and Queenie have been staying. After the quickest hi and bye ever with my parents, Queenie and I are on the way to the apartment. When I reach my door, I find something there.

It’s a card, and it’s heavy.

I’m frozen in place. Written on the front of the card is:

Sunshine

I open the door and stare at the envelope.

If I go forward now, the possibility of him leaving without me is at the forefront of my mind, but it won’t hurt to see what happens.

I mean, it’s been over a year. I’ll scratch my little itch with my dream guy and then wait for him to leave.

It won’t take long, I’m sure. He’ll get bored.

With my rules laid out, I open the envelope.

Inside is a piece of cardstock with a note written on it. Along with jewelry. It’s a pendant of a sun. He might be taking this Sunshine thing a bit too far. Since I’ve loved the name since last night, I do find it cute, but I’m not admitting that to anyone.

I read the note, written in impeccably perfect handwriting.

Be ready at 6:00 p.m. on Friday.

Wear the necklace.

Grant

This fucking guy. He’s ordering me around and he isn’t even here. He wants his nickname displayed to everyone.

What. The. Fuck.

For some reason, that’s way hotter than I ever want to admit.

I wonder how he got my address. I’d bet a million bucks Scarlett handed it over to him without another thought. I should’ve pushed her into the ocean. Of course, then Matt would’ve killed me. Hmmm.

I text Scarlett just to be sure she was indeed the one who handed over information about my life to the man I’ve been trying to avoid.

Me: Hey, did you, by any chance, give my address to the Viking?

Scarlett: Why?

Me: Because he sent something here, but I didn’t tell him where I live.

Scarlett: Shut up! Was it a cute something? *Excited emoji*

Me: I haven’t decided. You haven’t answered my question!

Scarlett: What do you mean you haven’t decided? Was it something creepy?

Me: Scarlett! Did you give him my address?

Scarlett: Don’t kill me...

There lies my answer. The traitor has shown herself yet again. I stop looking at my phone and whatever excuse she’s about to tell me. I stare at the envelope and the necklace.

Even though I like the idea of the necklace, I’m not a fucking dog.

He can’t just order me around and think I’ll give in.

I can’t call him to say I’m busy or anything since I don’t have his number.

What happens if I’m not here? What would he do then?

What if I never made it back to my apartment today?

What if I decided not to open his mysterious note?

This is ridiculous. I’m not going to follow orders from a guy.

My plan of being with him temporarily is looking silly. I can forget the amazing kiss. I’ll have a go with my toys and this pathetic crush I have on Grant will end. Besides, what’s in this relationship for him? I’m still a mess. I lost it last night. That’s not sexy. Grant must be out of his mind.

Better to not get involved with a crazy person.