Page 52 of Sweet Temptation
“What are you doing? He can’t know I’m in here.”
He throws his legs over the side of the bed and pulls a pair of boxers up his legs.
Damn. He’s got a great ass. And when he turns and smiles, both dimples popping deep in his cheeks, my heart warms. Stupid heart.
He tosses me my t-shirt, and I slip it on and slide out of bed, searching for my panties.
“You seen Lex?” Linc calls out from what sounds like the other side of the door, and that brings any heat I might have felt right back down to an ice-cold chill filling my veins.
I stare at Lucky, silently begging him to handle this, and watch as he walks to the door, praying he doesn’t say anything stupid.
I should have known. Praying has never worked for me.
Lucky cracks open the door, keeping me hidden, his body relaxed when he sees my brother. “Hey, man.”
“Hey, you seen Lex?”
I stare, frozen as Lucky turns back to me. “Yeah. She’s right here.”
Mother. Fucker.
I’m going to kill him.
“Hey, Lex,” Linc looks around Lucky and grins. Grins. Like he didn’t just find his sister half naked in his best friend’s bedroom. “I saw Mom at The Busy Bee this morning. She wants you to stop by the shop today.” He eyes me like I’m not practically naked, then stares at my shirt. “Is that my shirt?”
“No, you ass,” I snap. Ready to physically maim Lucky and not at all sure how I feel about Linc right this very moment. “It’s mine. I stole it ten years ago. Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
Linc shrugs and smiles. “Took you guys long enough.”
“What?” I ask, nearly falling over as I try to get to the door. I shove Lucky out of the way and stare at the two idiots.
Lincoln is enjoying this way too damn much. “We all saw it coming. Everyone but you.”
“Nothing is coming.” I’m going to kill him, then maim him, then kill him again.
“Uh, Lex,” Lucky starts with a cocky grin, and I point my finger in his face.
“No. Stop. Do not go there,” I threaten, and Linc laughs while Lucky presses his lips together, trying not to smile. Linc’s maiming can wait. I’ll start with Lucky. “We are not happening. We are not a thing. This...” I point between us. “This was a one-time thing. An itch that needed to be scratched.”
“You know, they make cream for that?—”
“I will rip your balls off and shove them down your throat until you choke if you finish that sentence, Lincoln Joseph.”
Lucky laughs, and I turn my eyes on him, a very different kind of fire in them now than just a few hours ago. “You are an asshole.”
I shove his chest and move around him to get to the safety of my room, where I can figure out what the hell just happened.
“This is happening, Alexis. We are happening,” Lucky calls after me.
“There is nowe. We were a one-time thing. We ended hours ago,” I try to scream, but my voice comes out hoarse to my own ears as I slam the door.
But not before I hear Linc groan, “One time?”
“Fuck off, asswipe,” is the last thing I hear Lucky say as I slide down the door until my ass hits the carpet.
I knew last night was a bad idea.
When some girls stress, they eat.
