Page 61 of Meet Me in the Valley
Her answer excites me. I didn’t think a woman could make my stomach feel like it’s in a free fall, but damn—I like it.A lot.
The ding of the elevator and the whoosh of the doors opening stuns us both out of a lustful stupor. Tia steps out first. Great for me because now I can take in her backside which is now my favorite physical part about her. A round, perfect peach ass thatsways when she walks. Fuck, I want to palm each one of her cheeks and squeeze, spank, and bite them.
Get a hold of yourself.
I’ve been hard for thirty-three floors. I’m not sure I’ll make it once we cross the threshold of our room.
Our room.
Just us.
With one. Fucking. Bed.
This has to be a trick question. Apparently, laughing was the wrong reaction. Now, panic pricks my skin, the back of my neck flushes with heat when I’m met with the same burning glare Tia gave poor Sadie, the receptionist.
“Logan, I’m fucking serious. Which one?”
I gave her my answer when she’d asked the first time.
“They look the same.”
I didn’t know I’d be signing my death wish.
She thrusts two black dresses in my face as if I could fucking tell the difference between the two. Both are short, both are black, and both are going to look so sexy on her either way. Win-win for me.
My ass sinks lower into the couch of our hotel room, and I’m wishing right now the cushion would swallow me whole. She has to be testing me to see if I’m even worthy of her time. Maybe I’m not cut out for being a boyfriend. I should know this, but of course I don’t, because I’m a serial playboy with some serious commitment issues. And how did I respond? I laughed like a fucking dumbass.
“Um,” I stutter, scratching the back of my neck where hives have broken out. Pathetic.
I made this grand gesture by showing up in Vegas unannounced, ready to dive headfirst into the unknown with my best friend. It takes courage to do that—at least that’s what I’m telling myself to keep the simmering guilt from my Krista debacle from eating me alive. So, I find my balls that were hiding up in my sack somewhere, and on a wing and a prayer, I give her an answer.
“That one,” I say with feigned confidence.
Fake it’til you make it, right?
Tia eyes my decision thoughtfully, looking at the black dress I pointed to that she’s holding on her left. Then she looks at the one on her right. She goes back and forth between the two for what seems like ten minutes, but it’s more like ten seconds. I’d never been more afraid to be wrong in my life.
“You think?”
Oh, for the love of god. Send help. Someone. Anyone.
“Yes, T. That one.” Again, throwing caution to the wind, pointing at the dress on the left.
She stares at me. Then at the dress. Then back at me.
Shaking her head, she tosses the dress I chose on the bed like it’s chopped liver. “No. I think the other one looks better.”
Fucking hell.
“You could wear a trash bag and I’d still have a hard time controlling myself. You realize you’re a fucking ten, right? I’m already gonna have to restrain myself from going to jail tonight if a man so much as breathes near you.”
She gapes at me with the most adorable expression. I’ve got her tongue-tied, and it’s cute as hell. “You’re beautiful, T. Wear what makes you feel confident. You don’t need me to tell you that, though. Your confidence is sexier than any dress you could put on.”
Tia’s eyes soften. A small smile tugs at her lips, and her cheeks bloom that rosy pink I love so damn much.Complimenting her has never been hard. What surprises me is how easy the words flow out of me, and how true every single one of them is.
She leans in and plants a sweet kiss at the corner of my mouth, so close I damn near stop breathing.
“Thank you. You’re sweet, Lo. I’ll be right back.”
