Page 88 of What Is Love
The shower curtain was pulled back halfway to reveal Reid. He stared down at me with an unreadable look.
“How did you know I was in here?”
“You rammed into me downstairs,” he said. “Did you not notice it was me?”
I shook my head. “I was kind of in a hurry.”
“I saw.”
“I came here to sleep with him,” I admitted. “I couldn’t do it.” I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be able to fix things now.
He was quiet as he stared at me. When he finally looked like he wanted to say something, we heard someone call my name.
“Charlotte!” Brandon yelled just before a door slammed.
“He’s coming,” I said in a panicked voice.
Reid quickly closed the curtain. I heard rustling and a zipper. Then the door was ripped open.
“What the hell, man?” Reid said.
“Seen a girl?” Brandon slurred.
“I’ve seen many girls. They’re downstairs,” Reid said.
“Nebber mind,” Brandon said and the door closed.
I heard Reid zip up his pants before he pulled the curtain back again. He took a seat on the side of the tub. There was a ding from his pocket. He reached in and pulled out his phone. He read over whatever he’d just been sent and then began typing out a message. After sending it, he put his phone back into hispocket. “We’re going to have to sneak you out of here. Wyatt says your betrothed is back downstairs.”
I didn’t bother hiding my disgust at hearing him called that.
Judging by the lifted side of Reid’s mouth, that seemed to amuse him. “You really don’t like him, do you?”
“Can’t stand him.”
He laughed quietly and the lightness in his face made him look really handsome.
I quickly shook my head and chastised myself for thinking that.
“What?” he asked.
“I took four shots not that long ago and it’s affecting me.” It wasn’t a lie. I was really starting to feel the alcohol.
There was a knock on the door, making me jump.
“Easy,” Reid said. “It’s Wyatt.” He got up and opened the door.
Wyatt sauntered in carrying an expensive bottle of whiskey. One blue eye and one green found me right away. “I heard there was a damsel that needed saving,” he said as he climbed into the tub and sat across from me.
“What’s that?” Reid asked, eyeing the bottle.
“A thousand-dollar bottle of whiskey. I doubt they’ll know it’s missing,” Wyatt said as he unscrewed the top, sniffed it, and sipped. His brows rose as he swallowed. “Damn. That’s smooth.”
Reid took the bottle for his own sip. He nodded and held it out for Wyatt, but I snatched it.
Wyatt grinned. “Not just a joint thief.”
I tried a sip to see if I liked it. It wasn’t bad. I took a bigger gulp.
