Page 88 of Chandelier Sin
God, if only she wasn’t so mysterious and alluring. Or so tempting to touch, or kiss, or hold. The thought of taking her hard in some dark corner made my dick stiffen—again.
The need for another cold shower was a real possibility.
The ocean view faded to black.
How long had I been standing here thinking of her?
A shadowy figure slunk up to the glass door, sending a shiver of uncertainty up my spine.
From the other side, I saw a stupid-ass grin—Greyson’s breath smearing the pane.
I felt like I’d just seen my life flash before my eyes.
I released the catch and slid the door open. “You have a key,” I reminded him.
“Forgot it.” He pointed to my beer, asking for one.
After I got him a drink, I headed back upstairs and pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and then rejoined Greyson downstairs on the balcony. He was making himself at home with his legs up on the coffee table, still wearing the stupid grin of a man in love.
I sat opposite.
We nursed our beers and savored the freshest air L.A. had to offer.
“Why does it feel like you’ve been avoiding me?” He gulped the rest of his drink.
“Phone crapped out.” He didn’t need to know the details.
He mulled that over.
“Got a new one now, same number.” I swigged my drink trying to forget how my last phone had drowned.
“That view,” he said wistfully.
He could live at the beach. Instead, he preferred the canyons in Holmby Hills, residing in that Georgian mansion famed for hosting the likes of Cary Grant and Marilyn Monroe back in the day. History buffs would trip over themselves to see the memorabilia his family had collected at that place.
Though that house was filled with night terrors, too—specifically fromhischildhood.
“Doing okay, buddy?” I asked him.
He nodded.
Out of all of us Greyson was the most sensitive, the most caring soul I’d ever met. He really did deserve the best in life.
“The moon,” he said. “Neither a star nor a planet.”
I raised my Modelo. “Sounds like a kid’s book.”
“Interesting thought coming from a renowned bachelor.”
“No kids on my horizon,” I said.
“I might be ready for that.”
I laughed at his romantic rambling.
He went coy, proving he’d given it way more thought.
I was about to question his decision-making process when I remembered Eve’s threat that she knew where I lived.
