Page 11 of Exrated
“Girls have been getting fucking raped taking cabs by themselves.”
I glare at him because I am well aware of that.
“Look,” he says. “You can come back to my house. I’ll sober up and drive you home, or I’ll just ride in the cab with you to your place then take it home.”
“Of course.” I laugh, annoyed at him. “I’m a woman, I’m incapable of doing anything alone.”
“No,” he grits his teeth and leans in close to me. “There are sick fucks out there and, under the current circumstances, it’s not safe.”
“Are you two coming or what?” Heather calls from the back of the cab.
I glance between her and Tyler and throw my hands up. “Jesus Christ…” It’s not worth arguing about. I climb into the back of the cab and Tyler scoots in beside me, slamming the door.
“You’re unbelievable,” I say beneath my breath.
“And you’re stubborn.”
“Ugh.” I cross my arms over my chest and stare at the back of the seat.
“Where to?” the cab driver asks.
“Hancock Park.”
I roll my eyes. Hancock Park is expensive. His body is even nicer than it was, and now, he obviously has money. We ride for twenty minutes in silence. Heather and Tyler’s roommate, who I’ve now found out is named Jake, are lip-locked and every time she moves, her high heel digs into my leg.
The cab turns onto a residential street lined with palm trees. Tyler shifts next to me. “Of all the people I could have run into tonight,” he says, leaning in by my ear. “I couldn’t have asked for a better surprise.” The heat from his breath fans across my neck and chill bumps race over my skin.
“Yep. Surprise alright.”
The cab stops in front of a nice house. Areallynice house with landscape lighting reflecting off the white stucco front and arched doorway over the porch.
Heather’s ass is practically in my lap, and I smack it, then shove her out of the way. “Can you get off each other long enough to make it inside the house?”
She tears away from Jake and looks out the window. “Holy shit!” Heather slurs. “Thisis where you live?”
“Yeah,” Jake says.
“What the hell do you two do for a living?”
“We getting out?” Tyler asks, slinging the door open.
Jake slides across, followed by Heather, who stumbles out like a baby deer with new legs.
I may be angry at him, but I am drunk, and he is fucking hot, and damn, was he good in bed. I follow them up the sidewalk, trying to pep-talk myself on the way to the front of the house. This is how bad things start: You go home with a guy, he says it’s just friendly, and the next thing you know you’re bowed over the bed fisting his sheets while staring at his damn cat.A few tequila shots are not an excuse to fuck your ex.My gaze lands on his ass.But really, it’s not like I would be adding any numbers to my list. It would be kind of like it never even happened. Oh, for fuck’s sake, Jemma. Control your fucking vagina.
Tyler shoves the key into the lock and pushes the door open. We step into a small foyer that opens up to a large living room and kitchen.
“Wow, you two must make some money. What are you fucking high-end escorts?” Heather asks.
Tyler coughs, tosses the keys on the entrance table, and walks to the kitchen to open the fridge.
“We just moved in,” Jake says. “Tyler got a…” he clears his throat. “Apromotion.”
“This is fucking amazing,” Heather says as she slams into the frame of the door. “Whoops. This,” she points through the open doorway, “is where I meant to go. Double vision’s a motherfucker, you know?”
It is amazing. Everything is new and sleek. God, I just got fired for a sex tape with an ex and can’t even get a hemorrhoid commercial, and he’s probably a lawyer like he always wanted to be—wait,he’s not had enough time to go through law school. What the helldoeshe do?
A few seconds later, a door down the hallway bangs shut and now it’s just Tyler and me in the living room.Outstanding.“You want something to drink?” he asks, walking toward the kitchen.
