Page 71 of That Kind of Guy

“Like hell you are. Come on.” He pulled me towards the car.

“Where are we going?”

“You’re staying at my place.”

We drove home in near silence, only punctuated by one of us shivering or gagging in disgust. So much for getting laid tonight—any desire or lust I felt back at the prom had disappeared the second I heard the wordbedbugs,and I suspected the same for Emmett.

“I feel like they’re on me.” My hands raked over my scalp. “Are they in my hair?”

“Adams, I can’t look because if I see one, I’ll drive this car right off the road.”

I burst out laughing. “This was the worst prom ever.”

He started laughing too. “The prom was great, but the afterparty is worse than the time I got dumped.”

That made me laugh harder. I knew he was kidding but our terrible luck kept me giggling. When we pulled up to his garage, I was still laughing.

We made our way from the garage to the front door before Emmett paused, took his jacket off, and placed it on the railing.

“Leave your dress out here, it doesn’t look like it’s going to rain,” he told me, undoing his tie, and I frowned.

“What are you talking about? What are you doing?”

He gave me anare you crazylook. “We were inside your apartment earlier. We could be carriers.”

“Ewwwww. You think there’s a bedbug hitchhiker on us right now?”

“I have no idea, but there is no way I’m letting either of us inside with these clothes.”

A jolt of excitement sparked through me. “I’m not getting naked in front of you!”At least not without a little warm-up, I thought.

He took his shirt off and I had a front-row view to every ridge and muscle down his torso. My mouth parted.

“I won’t look. I’m going to go inside and get you something to wear,” he told me. He snorted as my gaze raked down his abs. “See something you like, Adams?”

My face burned. His hands came to his belt, and I whirled around, facing the other way. This isnotwhat I had in mind when I wanted Emmett naked. Stupid bedbugs. Stupid Carter and his stupid gross friends, ruining my night that was supposed to be filled with orgasms. I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I’ll be right back.” He stepped inside. Moments later, he returned, still shirtless but wearing sweatpants and holding a t-shirt.

“That’s it? Don’t you have a bathrobe or something? One of those flannel ones.”

He laughed. “What? No. I’m not seventy-five. Come on, Adams, it’s cold.”

“I know it’s cold.” All the hairs on my arms stood on end, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the chill or the ridges down Emmett’s stomach. I wanted to scrape my teeth over them and feel them jump.

He hung the shirt on the doorknob and stepped back inside.

“No looking,” I told him.

“I won’t, I promise. I’ll make us some tea.”

Tea. If I wasn’t sure that sex was off the table at the threat of bedbugs, now I knew for sure. No one had sex after drinking tea. Tea was the least horny drink.

I sighed and undid the zipper of my dress. Thank god Emmett lived in the forest, surrounded by dense fir trees. The last thing I needed was some creepy neighbor spotting me naked at his front door. I slipped the dress off and draped it over the railing beside his suit. I glanced down at myself—underwear and bra too?

I didn’t want to go commando in Emmett’s home (or did I?), but I also didn’t want to bring any bedbugs with me. I gagged again at the thought that there could be one hiding in my bra or underwear and whipped them off lightning-fast before slipping Emmett’s t-shirt over my head.

It smelled like him. Woodsy, musky, and masculine. Desire curled low in my stomach.

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