Boy was he mad.
"Didn't you like Jennifer? Nice sweater." backing away. My plan was to maintain as much distance as possible.
"No, I didn't and it's good to see that you like something about me, even if it's just my sweater."
"I like other things too."
Oh shit, why did I just say that. He took a step forward. His mouth curved in a sexy smile.
"What else do you like about me Adela?"
I sigh. "Your eyes, body, ass, legs, hair. Just about everything Darryl. Now please leave, Jamie would be here any minute now." backing away. The back of my legs touching the sofa arm rest.
He stepped forward again, scowling. "Stop with your bullshit Adela. Jamie left hours ago. I helped her with her bags. She is gone for the weekend."
"Really?" trying to sound surprised. Tugging at the hem of my emerald green skirt, wishing I'd worn pants today.
"What would it take to make you mines?" his voice deepening the highly sexual atmosphere.
I have no idea what to say to him. My defense isn't working. Darryl is incredibly thick skin and obviously use to getting his way.
"A miracle."
Bravely, I pushed passed him, making my way to the front door." I don't mean to be rude, but you must be leaving."