Page 35 of Personal Foul
“That’s not fair. You said I could pay.”
“You will.” He smirks.
I open my mouth to protest but then I think better of it. Two could play this game.
“Does that make you my sugar daddy then?” I bat my lashes at him.
“God, I hope not. I’d like to make it to 40 before I have to resort to that.”
I laugh and shake my head.
“Really though.” I look at him as I run my hand over the sheets that must have an insane thread count. They might even be better than the ones he bought me.
“Really. I wanted to stay here. My brother was here last year and was bragging about how nice it was. And I needed someone to come with me if I was gonna try it. So really, you’re doing me a favor.”
“Uh-huh. If you say so.” I sit down on the bed and lay back. “Oh my god, I could just melt into these and fall asleep.”
“You can take a nap if you want. I’ve got some things to do anyway.”
“Yeah. I think I better, or I’ll be falling asleep at the table tonight at dinner.”
“I’ll meet you back here before then.”
I give him a small smile before he nods and heads out again. Off to who knows where.
SEVENTEEN
Easton
I nearly chokeon my tongue when I see her dressed up to go out. The dress she has on is delicate looking and elegant as hell, so different from the stuff she normally wears, and I have to assume it’s borrowed from Liv. But somehow, despite the fact it’s not her usual style or even her own dress, it fits her perfectly. Every curve, every dip, every valley of her body. The sassy as fuck bartender has been replaced by someone who looks like a trust-fund princess who could bring the private club members to their knees with a few bats of her lashes.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Is it bad? Liv loaned it to me, and I don’t know about it.” She stares down, smoothing the skirt with her fingers.
“It’s not bad,” I manage to say. Bad for me. Bad for my self-control. Bad for my dick in these fitted pants I’m wearing, but definitely not fucking bad for her.
I take a breath. The effect she has on me. The way she makes all my easy practiced charm go out the fucking window is becoming a real problem. I close my eyes. Remind myself she’s just like any other woman I’ve wanted. It’sfine.
“You look fucking stunning in it, honestly,” I recover my words again.
Her eyes lift to mine, and then rake down my body. I saw the way she looked at me before when I’d gotten out of the shower. She liked what she fucking saw, and she wanted more. For a split fucking second, until she remembered who I was and what she really thought of me. Just like with the kiss. Just like the other night in the car. And I only wish I could get her to look a little harder, see beyond what she thinks she knows.
“Thanks. You look nice. I’m just a little nervous. I don’t go to places with dress codes very often, obviously.” She gives me a half smile.
“Yeah, well you’re lucky for that. They’re usually boring as fuck. I have a little faith if Liv picked it though.” I return her smile.
“Well that’s true. I do trust Liv.” She grins as she thinks of her friends, and I know the three of them are always getting into something.
“You ready?” I ask.
“Just gotta get my coat and shoes, and then yep.”
Luckily the place isn’t quite as far as I thought because I worry about her freezing in the outfit she has on, even with the giant fluffy coat she’s piled on top of it. Our friends are in the lobby when we get there and both Liv and Kenz’s jaws drop when I help her out of her coat.
“Don’t fuckin’ think about it,” Liam grunts in a low tone as he looks at Wren and then at me.
“Too late for that. You can thank your girlfriend for that by the way. She loaned her the dress,” I answer, grinning at him.
“If you ruin this trip by upsetting her or making it so she wants to swap rooms, on a week when I have Liv all to myself, I will hurt you.”
