Page 13 of Bad Boy in Her Bed

Chuckling, he shook his head and turned to Ryder.“I’m just dropping the keys off.Need me to run the deposit in tonight?I’ll be downtown at the theatre so I can swing over to the bank.”

Ryder’s eyes moved between him and the door.“I got it.You taking off right away?”

Remembering his truck was still running, he walked toward the exit.“Yeah, I’m out for the night.See you tomorrow, Drayson.”

A few minutes later he was pulling in front of Jocelyn’s hotel, the sleek modern building standing out against the more traditional construction of Epson’s downtown core.Picking up the box on the passenger seat, he fired off a text to her to get her room number before getting on the elevator and riding up to the top floor.

She was leaning in her doorway halfway down the hall, her blonde hair brushed straight and held off her face by a simple red band.A long-sleeved concert shirt hugged her curves and her shredded black jeans sent his mind to the thought of her thighs pressed against his hips.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, passing her the box.“I couldn’t decide so I bought my top three.”

Smirking, she undid the pink bow and flipped the lid open with a delighted laugh.“Oh my.You actually did it.”She licked her lips and stepped inside her suite, lifting one of the thongs out with her pinky.“Why don’t you wait in here while I change into one of these?”

Although he heard the words, the rush of blood south kept him rooted on the spot for a moment.“You’re putting one on now?”

“I figure if the movie sucks, you’ll at least have something to think about until it ends,” she called through the door, emerging a minute later looking no different than she had when she walked in.

But he knew what was under those jeans, and there wasn’t a film in existence that would be able to hold his attention as long as one of those thongs was in reach.

The theatre was quiet for a Thursday, and the lack of eyes on them relaxed him as they walked up to the back seats, their arms loaded with popcorn and drinks.

For a thriller, the movie was good.

As a distraction, it was useless.

But it wasn’t the thong keeping his mind off the script.

Jocelyn wasn’t a passive watcher.From the first scene, she sat on the edge of her seat, brows knitted as she tried to work out the plot before it was revealed.She was in her own world for most of the film, absently reaching into her bag of popcorn or grasping at her drink, her tongue flicking out in search of her straw.

When she connected the dots a few minutes in advance of the big reveal, she grinned at him, gave a thumbs up, and relaxed back in her seat until the credits rolled.

After collecting their empty cups, he tossed them in the trash as they walked out.“Are you tired or are you up for a drink?”

She took his hand as though it was the most natural move in the world, and not a move drawing raised brows from the couple standing at the exit.“I’m not in the mood to be surrounded by people.Why don’t you take me up to Tower Hill?You do know where that is, right?”

Laughing, he opened the passenger door for her.“Yeah, I think I remember where Plough-Her Hill is.”Getting in the driver’s seat, he started the truck and backed out of the stall.“You do remember what goes on up there.”

“From what I heard in high school, a lot of stargazing and deep discussions about ethical business practices.”

“You hung out with the wrong guys,” he said with a smirk as he turned onto the road.

She smiled and leaned back, closing her eyes while he wound out of downtown and toward the hill overlooking his neighborhood.His engine revved as they hit the gravel road leading to the base of the water tower and backed onto the flat peak, the grass worn down from where other cars had parked over the years.

Killing the engine, he turned off his headlights to let their eyes adjust to the darkness.

“Out we go,” he stated, reaching into the back of the cab to grab an old blanket he kept for winter emergencies.

Popping the tailgate, he spread the blanket out, helping her hop into the bed of his truck before he joined her.He lay back and stretched one arm out, his heart rate picking up when she rested her head on it, her fingers tangling in his.

He spent more than his share of time on the hill in his youth, copping clumsy feels in the backseats of girls’ cars before their curfews.Hell, he’d lost his virginity three spots over with a cute junior when he was fourteen.

But stargazing in the back of his truck at thirty-one with Jocelyn Carter curled up tightly to him shoved all those other memories into the whatever pile.

“I can see my hotel from here,” she murmured, gesturing toward their feet where the lights of the town were visible.

He pointed at the base of the water tower.“Straight line from there, past the blue light of Patty’s Bar, three houses in.That’s my place.”

“You left the lights on,” she said, as she sat up to get a better view.

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