Page 78 of Forecheck
“So why didn’t you tell him all of that and refuse to come?”
“Because you were right at dinner. This is his way of showing he cares, and I’m not going to make him feel guilty for that. When I went to his place that night, I told him I appreciated it, but from now on he had to consult me first. That seemed like the perfect compromise. But being here…it’s different. This isa lot, Lex.”
“Look, I get what you’re saying. But we’re already here, and you’ve talked to Brent about your misgivings. There’s really nothing more you can do except sit back and enjoy yourself.”
“I’m not sure I know how to relax anymore,” I said with a chuckle.
“Then this is the perfect weekend to rediscover that.”
I gave her a knowing smile. “And you’re the perfect person to help me.”
“Damn right I am,” she said, rising from the bed. “Now get up and get changed into something hot. I’m starving, and then we’re going out.”
I did as I was told.
The next morning, my body was deliciously sore, and for once, it wasn’t because Brent had fucked me into oblivion all night. In fact, I hadn’t even seen my boyfriend since we’d arrived inVegas. Before Lexie and I left the room yesterday, he’d called to check in, but he was so busy with ASG media obligations that I knew he’d be tied up until late. Lexie and I had gone out to a nightclub, gotten drunk and danced our asses off before stumbling back into our suite in the wee hours of the morning.
In fact, I was only awake now thanks to the insistent buzzing of my phone on the nightstand, the sound like a jackhammer to my skull.
“Hello?” I said, voice hoarse from sleep and screaming the words to rap songs last night.
“Hi, baby,” Brent said. “You have a good night?”
With a groan, I rolled over onto my back, bringing my hand to my face to quell the pounding in my head. “Yeah, but I think I drank too much.”
“Based on the filthy texts you sent me, I’d say you did.”
“What?” I shot upright, face burning with embarrassment, head absolutely throbbing with the sudden movement. “Oh, my God. How bad are they?”
“Not bad at all,” he said with a laugh. “In fact, I’m looking forward to putting some of your suggestions to good use.”
“Shit,” I said. “Like what?”
“There’s a particularly enticing one involving chocolate syrup you want me to lick off your pu—”
“Oh my God, don’t finish that sentence. I get the point.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. I fucking love the idea. I’ve been half hard since I woke up and read your messages, which is making these morning interviews really awkward.”
“Shit, what time is it?”
“Nearly noon,” Brent said. “Better get that sexy ass out of bed and get ready. See you later!”
With that, he hung up, and I padded out into the suite’s living room. Lexie was seated at the small breakfast table, a cup of coffee in front of her, pastries spread across the surface.
“Special delivery from your boy,” she said, gesturing to the food and another cup of coffee.
“Bless him,” I said reverently as I sat across from Lexie and lifted the mug to my lips.
“You look like I feel,” Lexie said with a chuckle.
“I don’t remember anything after that third round of shots,” I said, absently rubbing a temple with my free hand. “Apparently, I texted Brent telling him I wanted him to lick chocolate syrup off me.”
Lexie barked out a laugh. “That’s incredible,” she said. “Brent is good for you.”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugged. “He brings out a new side of you. More carefree.”
