Page 45 of Personal Foul
TWENTY
Wren
I didn’t expectto find myself at a party with a bunch of NFL players and their entourage tonight, but holy hell is it fun. Everyone is so freaking nice, and the drinks taste like candy. It isn’t all that wild yet though. I’ve only seen one couple fucking in a corner, and one person jumping naked into the heated pool, so I’m not entirely sure what East was worried about. Sometimes I think he thinks I’m more delicate than I am.
“Yes, oh my god! You are doing awesome. So much better than I can.” One of the girls encourages me as she tries to teach me the dance they’re doing.
“Easton. I didn’t know you were here.” A gorgeous brunette who had been dancing with me suddenly says, and I look up to see her putting her hands on his chest and eyeing him like he’s the best thing she’s seen all night.
I feel a swell of jealousy. I should have figured that these women would know him. It’s his brother’s party after all. But it still makes my stomach tighten a little to see it play out.
“Yeah. I’m here with my girlfriend.” He points over her shoulder to me, and the description makes my eyes jump up to him.
“Oh! Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” She immediately removes her hands from him and looks sheepishly back at me.
I smile and shake my head, letting her know it’s okay. And then my eyes float back to his. He smiles but his jaw is tight.
“What’s wrong?” I ask when I make my way over to him.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head and takes another sip of his drink, but his brow furrows in a sexy way that makes me want to kiss him.
“Think there’s somewhere we can sneak off alone?” I whisper and playfully raise a brow at him.
“Considering how massive this place is? Yeah. But I thought you were dancing?” His eyes glance around like he’s watching for something.
“I just want you for a few minutes.” I slide my hand up his chest, and he looks down at me, studying me for a minute.
Then he takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine and we make our way down the hall, down some steps, and down another hall until it spills out to a large corridor. This basement seems to have a never-ending set of doors and rooms, and I wonder briefly what it must be like to have a space for everything in your own home. To be able to get lost in your own house.
He picks one of the doors and opens it, and it reveals a little home movie theater. Black walls, a huge screen, and couches tiered up a set of large steps make the place cozy. It even has a little popcorn machine and bar at the back.
“Wow. This would make movie nights better at our place.” I step in and look around.
He follows me but still looks unamused.
“What’s wrong?” I pull him down onto a couch next to me.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Something is definitely wrong. You’ve been grouchy since we got here.”
“I just… fucking don’t know.”
“Hmm. I can guess.” I wrap my arms around his waist and trail my fingers up his spine, and he relaxes the tiniest bit before he goes taut again.
“What?” He looks up at me abruptly, like he’s worried about what I’ll say.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re used to being the hottest, richest, most talented guy in the room. You’re used to having all the attention on you. And here… it’s a little more divided.” I try not to smile when I say it, but my lips waver the tiniest bit, and I bite down on my lower one to try to stop.
“You think I’m that much of an asshole, huh?”
“No. I think you’re just used to a certain amount of female attention.”
“Maybe… I think the bigger problem is the only female attention I want is divided between me and my brother.”
A laugh pops out of me before I can stop it, and it’s the wrong thing because the furrow in his brow deepens.
“You can’t be serious. Your brother is hot. And his talent is a huge turn-on for sure—”
