Page 51 of The Right Garza
“Sure you don’t wanna sleep in one of the rooms?” he asks after me.
“I’m sure,” I say through a long yawn, my eyes watering. “That cloud couch looks divine.”
In the bathroom, I wash off my makeup, loosen my high ponytail to a top knot, then take a quick, hot shower before donning the plain white tee and Hugo Boss boxers Trent gave me. I have hips and ass, so his boxers fit me like a bumper shorts, but his tee swallows me up.
When I pad back out to the main area, his shoes are off and he’s in the open kitchen preparing something.
“You want a sandwich?” he asks after stuffing a piece of tomato in his mouth. “Tea?”
“What I want, Trenton Garza,” I start, diving onto the couch, “is a big, hot, well-seasoned bowl ofsleep.”
His chuckle is silent.
I unfold the blanket and pull it up over me, then peek over at him moving about the kitchen. I lick my lips, and suddenly I’m thirsty. “Okay, I think I’ll take a glass of water.”
He flicks his gaze to me without lifting his head, giving me a look, but doesn’t say anything. He pours a glass of water and brings it over. “Wait,” I say, holding up a finger. I gulp down every drop of the water then hand the empty glass back to him.
As he takes it without a word and strides back to the kitchen, I fluff my pillows.
Pulling the blanket all the way up to my nose, I surreptitiously watch him finish up his sandwich. I think he knows I’m watching, though.
He’s good-looking. Sexy. It’s an indisputable fact. I’ve always known this. Even so, I’d only ever looked him over with a detached appreciation. Never with lust or a burning desire to rip his clothes off and lick his taut muscles.
Until now.
He’s not just “good-looking” or “hot” to me anymore. He’s now my deepest want. All of a sudden, looking at this man makes my nipples tight and my belly dip. I mean, what the hell? He’sTrent. I cannot stand him half the time. Yet all I can think about right now is spreading my legs apart and letting him slide between them. Wondering how it would feel to have him fill me…
“Why’d you bring Maggie along tonight?”
His abrupt question jolts me from my impure reveries. “Huh?”
His head down, focused on his task. Had I not been wet-dreaming, I would’ve known to pretend I was sleeping, because him addressing me lets me know for sure that he knows I’ve been watching him. Creep that I am.
“I invitedyouout tonight. Not Maggie,” he says. “Why’d you bring her?”
Hmm. I figured this would come up sooner or later. After all, hedidgive me the warning glare in the car earlier. “She was bored, and I didn’t want to leave her in the house alone.”
He licks something off his finger. “Sure that’s it?”
“What else would it be?”
He transfers his sandwich and tea from the counter to a tray. “That you’re scared.”
“Scared?” I emit a nervous laugh. “Of what exactly?”
He picks up the tray and walks out of the kitchen. “Go to sleep, Lexi.” When he reaches the column to a hallway off the kitchen, he pauses and gives me a knowing glance with a slight kick of a smirk, before switching the living area lights off. Leaving me in darkness.
Chapter SIXTEEN
“Shh. Not yet.”
Lexi
I don’t wake upwhere I fell asleep, but in a bedroom, on a king-sized bed, with soft sheets and pillows.
An overtly masculine bedroom, flexing its muscles with gray, black, and white accents, and dark hardwood floors. I don’t remember coming here.
The small clock on the mirrored nightstand tells me it’s quarter past one in the afternoon.Damn. The last time I slept like this was two years ago when I had a horrible flu and drankTheraflu.I’d slept so long I’d almost forgotten how to walk when I woke up. This time it’s just natural exhaustion.
