The hours following the kiss, Gabe found himself staring up at the ceiling thinking of all the reasons he should stay the hell away from Sloane. In case he should forget, Dean's loud snoring provided him with reason number one.
Growing up with the Bennett brothers, he knew how overprotective they were with their only sister. With the drama she saw from all the girls her brothers brought through the house, it didn't surprise him that she didn't date much. He knew all too well that it wasn't due to lack of offers either. Sloane had been an enigma in high school. She was completely unaware of her beauty and the fact that she was untouchable because of her brothers only furthered the temptation she had on the all the guys. He remembered doing his fair share of threatening when any asshole got the idea that they'd be the first to 'Bed the Bennett Princess'.
He saw how kind and caring she was to everyone around him, but always seemed annoyed by him and fought him at every given opportunity. Not that he didn't give her a reason to. He always looked at Sloane from a brotherly stand, he'd never once thought of Sloane as his type or any type for the matter. She was Sloane, and he liked his women with no-strings attached. It wasn't a secret, he knew his reputation and so did all the girls he messed with.
He drifted off to sleep with the promise that first thing in the morning he'd tell her she was right, the kiss had been a mistake.
******
Sloane had managed to successfully avoid Gabe by spending the better part of the morning barricaded in her room. However, the unrelenting growl coming from her stomach made her realize that she was going to have to leave the safe sanctuary of her bedroom.
She put her ear against the door straining to hear any movement in the house. When she didn't hear anything, she quietly opened her door and headed downstairs. Sloane was almost to the kitchen when she was startled by someone coming out. Her first instinct was to swing her fist in self-defense. When she felt her fist come in contact with flesh, she turned around and ran.
She took a few steps into the living room before she tripped over her own footing. Silently swearing as she pushed herself up, she only made it a few more steps before she felt an iron grip on her ankle. She fell hard, hitting her chin on the floor. She used her free leg to wildly kick out until she felt it connect with something followed by angry cursing. Angry male cursing. Angry Gabe cursing.
"Gabe?!" Sloane said struggling to catch her breath, "You scared the life out of me. I thought you were an attacker or something."
"What is it with you and attackers? Last night with the bat and now this." Gabe breathed out standing on his knees in front of her, he winced as he lifted his shirt to survey the damage, "Shit, Sloane, you got some kick on you. That's gonna bruise." he said while gently prodding his ribs.
"Well maybe...shouldn't...have jumped...like that." Sloane said distracted by the sight of his tanned, washboard abs. She fought the overwhelming sensation to rub her hands all over them. By the time she was aware she was about to drool, she tore her eyes away to see him already looking at her amused.
Busted, she thought as she hurriedly thought of something to say before he called her out on it.
"Where's Dean?" Sloane blurted it out so quickly she practically shrieked it.
"He left." Gabe said matter-of-factly.
"Huh?" Sloane said dumbly, "How are you supposed to get back?"
"Jackson and Jude are still in town. I'm going to catch a ride back with them."
"So we're alone?" Sloane said looking up at Gabe who was still kneeling in front of her.
"I guess we are, aren't we?"
"Oh well...I'm just going to..." Sloane said moving to get up.
"Oh no, you don't." Gabe said grabbing her wrist and turning her back to face him, "We need to talk about what happened last night."
"What's there to talk about?" Sloane said.
"I don't want there to be any awkwardness between us." Gabe groaned remembering part of the reason he preferred "no-stings attached" was because he sucked at breaking things off. "We both know it was mistake...and...uh, I think we should just be friends."
Sloane didn't know if she should laugh at Gabe's obvious discomfort or slap him. She was the one that said the kiss was a mistake so she wasn't sure why Gabe was telling her what she already knew. She fought her natural instinct to argue with him, but realized that the sooner he 'broke the news' to her the faster he'd leave.
"Oh, okay." Sloane said suppressing a laugh and managing to put on a serious face, "I guess I can settle on being friends."
Gabe was a little taken back about how well she was taking it. He wasn't expecting her to be so compliant. He was expecting her to scream, yell, hit him or all of the above, "So you're okay?"
"Of course I am. With your reputation I wouldn't expect anything different." Sloane said in tone that was so sincere he almost believed it.
Almost. He could see from where he stood that her eyes were glittering with either laughter or passion, his pride lied and told him it was the latter.
He dumbly started back at her and watch her plaster on a smile that was almost too sweet as she rose up to pass him, heading back into the kitchen. He had a feeling that he had just been insulted, he wasn't sure since she had smiled while she did it.
"I'll be too busy crying about your rejection in the kitchen, so please lock the door on your way out. I don't want anyone to see me like this." She called out pissing him off further.
"I don't understand what the hell your problem is. I just wanted to make sure you understood where we stood after last night." Gabe said from the doorway of the kitchen.
"Oh c'mon Gabriel," she said shutting the refrigerator door to stare at him comically. She knew her last comment was pushing it, but she couldn't help herself. "Did you forget that you're talking to me? Don't pretend that your skin doesn't itch to leave once the sun comes up. The only reason you stuck around today was out of respect for Dean. So you can save your self-righteous speech for someone that hasn't bore witness to your whoring ways."
The sane side of him knew he shouldn't push her, but that side wasn't ruling him right now, "Oh, my whoring ways? Is that why I had you squirming like a bitch in heat?"
"Oh please," Sloane retorted rolling her eyes fighting the urge to smack the cocky look off his face, but knew that's exactly what he wanted her to do - piss her off, "You can't kiss that good."
As she locked eyes with him, she watched his beautiful features change from anger to predatory. She would've shuddered if she wasn't too busy trying to stand her ground.
"Is that right?" Gabe said, his lips pulling back over his teeth to grin at her seductively, slowly approaching her, "Come over here and let's see."
What? Sloane's head snapped back so hard she almost gave herself whiplash, she sure as hell wasn't expecting that. Hadn't they just agreed that the kiss was a mistake and that it'd never happen again? She was starting to realize that maybe pushing Gabe was a bad idea, a very bad idea. She was playing with fire, but couldn't figure out why the thought of getting burned was turning her on so much.
"What? Nothing to say? Don't tell me you're afraid." Gabe provoked still moving closer to her. She didn't realize she was retreating away from him until she bumped into the counter.
"I'm not afraid of you." She gulped as he brought his arms down on each side of her locking her in, his blue eyes blazing down into hers.
"Liar." Gabe whispered. He was so close she could feel his breath on her lips as she looked up at him.
"This is insane..." she whispered his lips were so close, "...depraved..." she breathed , she knew she shouldn't but she couldn't pull herself back, "...crazy..."