Free MISTAKEN - The Complete First Season by Renna Peak

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    "No," he repeated. "And we wouldn't be here together now. And I want more of these nights. I want to see you eat mouthfuls of lemon fro-yo and see you buy your green tea Kit-Kats and your Hello Kitty art supplies. And I want to see what you'll do next time we go to the 100 Yen store and I buy neon green condoms. Because next time, they'll be for you."
    I tried to choke back a small laugh. "I'm sorry."
    He shook his head. "Don't be. I don't want you to feel pressured by me. Just because we started out this—whatever this is—having an amazing night together, doesn't mean we have to do it again until you're ready. Okay?"
    I nodded. He was the most amazing man I had ever met. I didn't deserve him, not after what I had done to Daniel. Not after what I had driven him to do to himself.
    He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side. I rested my head against his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head. "Tell me something about yourself."
    My brow furrowed. "What do you want to know?"
    I felt him shrug. "Tell me something no one else knows."
    Right, where was I supposed to start? My real last name? "I don't know."
    "What's your darkest secret?" Sure. Maybe he'd like to hear about how I drove my fiancée to commit suicide a year ago.
    I burrowed my head deeper into his shoulder. I couldn't handle my own darkest secrets. How in the hell could he? "Music school. I was going to run away and go to music school."
    "The piano.” He kissed the top of my head again. “You're amazing. Why didn't you go?"
    I shook my head. "I did what my family wanted me to do."
    He nodded. "Are you sorry you did?"
    "Sometimes. But, I guess if I hadn't gone to business school, I wouldn't have come to San Francisco for my job and I wouldn’t be here now."
    He squeezed my waist. "And you wouldn't have met me."
    I smiled and squeezed my eyes shut. "And I wouldn't have met you."
    "So are you admitting it?"
    My brow furrowed above my closed eyelids. "Admitting what?"
    "That there are forces at work that are greater than both of us that want us to be together."
    I lifted my fingertips to rub at my temple. "I admit nothing."
    He squeezed my waist again and breathed into my hair. "You will." He kissed the top of my head.
    We arrived back at the hotel a few minutes later. It seemed much quieter than it had earlier in the day, but I was sure it was because it was getting close to midnight.
    We walked through the glass doors and he turned to me. "Wait here. I'm going to check something." He walked to the desk and spoke to the man at the counter. I watched them nodding and the man typed into the computer. Brandon returned to where I was standing a few minutes later. "They have another room available."
    I lowered my gaze and felt my eyebrows furrow together. “You don't want me in your room.” It was more of a statement than a question.
    His own brow furrowed. “Of course I do. I just don't want you to feel pressured with me. I'll stay in another room if you want me to.” He kissed my cheek. "And if you do, you can change your mind tomorrow night or the night after or the night after that. You just say the word." He raised an eyebrow and looked into my eyes. "Okay?"
    I nodded. "Wait. How come you can get two rooms here, but I can't even get one?" My fists balled up at my sides.
    He laughed. "I told you. The benefits of elite status." He tilted his head and looked down at me. "I want you to want this."
    I nodded again and relaxed my angry fists. I did want this. I wanted him.
    “Do you want me to take the room? Because it's no problem if you do.”
    I chewed on my bottom lip and thought for a moment. I thought about coincidences and how much I already liked this man, what he did to me. I looked up at him and shook my head.
    He tilted his head to the side. “Are you sure?”
    I nodded and sucked in my lower lip. I'm sure it looked like I was trying to be chaste, but it was more from nerves than anything. I knew it was a bad idea. I had a