“And then what?” I asked quietly, trying to regain control of the situation and of myself. “You get drunk and call me in the middle of the night crying? No, thanks. Your ass isn’t worth the stress.”
“There won’t be any crying this time if you let me spend the night.”
“Forget it. You’re delusional if you think you’re coming home with me again, and you’re truly insane if you think I’d let you stay the night.”
“You talk a good game, Dr. P., but I know you want what I’m offering, so unless you want an ugly scene out here on the street or in the lobby of your building, I suggest we continue this conversation behind closed doors.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No.” He pressed against me and I could feel his erection against my own. Ryan’s mouth was so close to my ear that I could also feel his lips brush against my skin as he spoke. “I just want you to take me seriously.”