Page 58 of Unforgettable
With shaky hands, I examined the envelope as though it held secrets I was afraid to see. Holding my breath, I removed the card. Before I could read it, knuckles wrapped on my door, soft and light.
“Go away, Tabitha,” I shouted. She’d probably forgotten something, but as I glanced around, I didn’t see anything.
Another knock sounded, then the knob turned.
The fury that had waned reared its ugly head. I was going to carry Tabitha out of the house by her flimsy see-through shirt.
I deposited the card back in the box and went to open the door. When I did, my jaw came unhinged. “What do you want?” I asked, sounding like a guy who was about to lose his shit.
Haven craned her neck up at me with a smile that made my stomach do that flip again.
“Please tell me you’re here to take care of my libido. Otherwise, you know where the door is.”
She rolled her emerald eyes.
“Follow the Yellow Brick Road” popped into my head.
I started to close the door, but the petite woman slipped by me and into my room.
I spun on my heel, ready to unleash something on her, but my tongue wasn’t working as she continued to show me her pretty white teeth. Or maybe it was her lips that had me thinking dirty thoughts.
She stuck her hands on her hips, drawing my eye down to her tanned legs, which were on display beneath her shorts. “You mean the last girl who was in here didn’t take care of your libido? I find that hard to believe.”
I let my gaze roam freely up and down her fantastic body, which was making my dick grow. I was convinced she was my beacon.
I locked us in just in case other women tried to parade through my room, which wasn’t far-fetched at the parties Lucas and I had.
She eyed the door. “Are you kidnapping me?”
“Do you want to be kidnapped?”
She sucked in her bottom lip, and my dick jerked.
She whirled around, taking in the normal bedroom furniture in my humble room. Her gaze landed on a painting Leigh had done for me that depicted Lakemont Stadium. Leigh had drawn every detail, right down to the team on the field.
Haven pointed at the painting. “Your sister did that?” I suspected she’d read Leigh’s name in the bottom corner.
“What do you want?” I wasn’t in the mood to talk about Leigh. My mind was on the card I had yet to read.
Haven abandoned the painting. “I came to tell you that you got your wish. I’m also here for the party.”
I leaned against the door. “You mean you came to give me a blow job?”
She snarled. “Why are you so cranky? Is it the booze? Alcoholics tend to get mean.”
I belted out a laugh. “Are you my shrink or something?” She might be right. I was probably bordering on becoming a full-fledged alcoholic. “Cranky is my middle name.”
She giggled, and if it wasn’t a heart-pumping sound, I didn’t know what was. I wished I knew why this girl was getting to the places inside me that hadn’t been touched in forever.
“Cranky is your middle name? Mmm. I heard it’s Foreplay King.”
I grinned so wide, I thought the corners of my mouth would reach my ears. “You like foreplay king.” I licked my lips. “You’re thinking of what I could do to you. Aren’t you?” I knew I was.
Her cheeks flushed as she picked up the whiskey bottle. “Not at all.” She uncapped it and took a long drink. Once she swallowed, she choked.
I angled my head. “Do you lie a lot?”
After downing another gulp of whiskey, she returned the bottle to the nightstand, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I never lie.”
