Page 53 of The Other Guy

“No worries. I can bring her home otherwise.”

“I’m right here, you know!” she says jokingly.

“Oh, I’ll always worry. But thank you, Jack. I trust you.”

He shouldn’t. Just the thought of having her in my home all night, sleeping under the same roof, both of us naked… wait. No, not naked. Unless… nope. Can’t go there.

“Thank you. Here’s Sierra.” I hand the phone back to her and note that she looks at me out of the corner of her eye before turning her back to me and saying something I can’t hear. Then she ends the call and turns around to look at me.

“You’re sure?”

“Of course. It’s not a big deal, Sierra.”

“I know. I just feel bad. It’s like I’m in high school all over again and my parents are trying to figure out how to get me home.”

“Nothing to feel bad about. I didn’t think this storm was supposed to hit us until later in the night.”

“Yeah, me either,” she murmurs.

“So… cheesecake?”

Her smile is wide when she looks up nodding. “Yeah. Sounds delicious.”

I pull it out of the freezer and put it on the counter to thaw. “Gotta let it set out for a bit before we can cut into it. Movie? Netflix? Prime?”

“Mm hmm.” She hops up and takes a seat on the kitchen counter and if I thought she looked like she was comfortable in my house earlier curled up on my couch, I was wrong. Because right now, with her propped on the counter and one leg crossed over the other and her hair tumbling over her shoulders, she doesn’t just appear relaxed and comfortable... she belongs.

Shit. I’m barreling way too fast right now and need to calm the fuck down. “Need a drink?” I know I do. A lot of them, actually. I grab a glass out of the cupboard and set it on the counter next to her before opening the fridge. Unfortunately for me, the proximity to her leg is way too close when the back of my hand grazes her thigh. She tenses and sucks in a breath. Shit, shit, shit. I really need to get laid. And I also really need to stop thinking about getting laid when Sierra’s around because I haven’t been attracted to a woman like this in… well, ever. Thinking with my dick definitely isn’t going to help any. “Water? Soda? Beer? Coffee? Hot chocolate? Tea? Lemonade? I might have a dusty old bottle of wine here somewhere that my sister left once upon a time. Whiskey? Maybe we need shots.” I press my lips together to stop myself from rambling.

“Wow. What choices!”

“Shut up,” I murmur.

“And shots? Really? Is the prospect of spending the night with me so awful that you need to get drunk?”

She pulls a face that looks sad but I see the sparkle in her eye. She’s full of shit.

“Obviously. The idea of spending an entire evening with you requires a great deal of alcohol.”

“Ditto.” She grins. “And for the record, Netflix and whiskey. It’s totally a Netflix and Chill kind of night.”

I groan and drop my gaze to the floor. “Oh my damn, you didn’t just say that.”

“I can’t help it! You got all nervous after you touched my leg and started rambling and listing off every drink you could think of.”

“Well, excuse me, but it’s been a while since…” I’ve had a female in my house. That’s what I was about to say. But I stopped myself. Thankfully.

“Since…?”

“Nothing. So, shots?”

Sierra’s eyes widen and she twirls a finger in the air. “I do believe we need something.”

Yes. Definitely something. I give her a single nod. “Agree.”

I grab the bottle of whiskey from the cupboard above the fridge and blow the dust off it, making Sierra laugh.

She hops down and gets another glass from the cupboard and places it next to the other. “These are much larger than shot glasses.”

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