‘They thought you were a sophisticated, independent woman,’ said Emily. ‘They probably thought you were a student here.’
I gave her a sly smile. You don’t need to stay up this late. It’s your night off, go bang your hot-ass boyfriend. At least then one of us will be getting laid tonight.Alexa laughed and blushed, but then she got a far-off look in her eyes. I’m sure I can stay a bit longer with you and still manage to get laid. She paused, then said, What’s going on with you and Ian, anyway?
She looked a little wary, as if I might bite her for asking, which was weird because I always talked to her about guys. But as I tried to answer the question, I realized Ian was different. I felt something for him deep inside, in a place I never shared, not with anyone.Nothing’s going on, I insisted. I’m dating Chris. I think. I’m just helping Ian recover.She gave me that look she always did when she knew I was lying, but wasn’t sure she should call me on it.
I sighed. What?It’s just that you seemed so upset that Ian got hurt, and then there was the night you called me from dinner. What did you call him that night? Amazing?
So? I was drunk. Everyone’s amazing when I’m drunk.
It was kind of true, but I felt my fingers dig into my palms again. Alexa needed to back off or I’d break. Please don’t let me fall apart again.It totally was a euphemism.
He got there in ten minutes. She was still in just her towel from her shower. Oh, she murmured. I didn’t realize you could get here so quickly. I haven’t had time to get dressed.He walked over to her and pulled her up into his arms. His mouth descended on hers, hot and persistent and she felt her nipples bore through the towel into his chest.
He dropped his hands to cup her butt, slipping them beneath the towel to grip bare skin. Liar, he said with naughty accusation in his voice. You’re lying in wait for me. Hoping to seduce me by wearing only this easy access towel.She slid her arms around his neck and rocked into his erection with a purr. Is it working?