Page 40 of What are the Risks
We’re getting shitfaced
Ryker
A delayed flight and terrible traffic meant we didn’t arrive at our hotel until early evening. As we rode the elevator to our level, Evan gave me a pep talk about showering and dressing quickly to make our seven p.m. reservation. Really, he should be telling himself. He was the one who took ages getting ready. I could be showered and dressed to go within ten minutes.
When the airline had announced our flight was delayed, I’d called Ruby to keep her updated. She’d asked if she could check into our room and wait there until we arrived. I wasn’t sure why she wasn’t staying with Noah, but before I could press, they’d called for us to board.
“Is Ruby coming out with us?” Evan checked.
“I doubt it. She’s here to visit her boyfriend.”
“Good.”
I raised a brow. “Good?”
“You know I like Ruby, but the whole point of tonight is that it’s a double date.”
I glared at him. “You didn’t tell me that?”
“Why does it matter? Apologies for offering you sex on a platter.”
“Maybe I’m not in the mood.”
“Uh-huh,” he disbelievingly muttered. “Or maybe you’d rather be left alone to obsess over the photo of Ruby.” He held my gaze,studying me as though my expression was an open book. “You rubbed one out over it, didn’t you?”
“I did not.”
My instant defensiveness was such a fucking giveaway. That picture had thrown me for a loop.
“I’m not judging you, man,” Evan went on. “I did and I didn’t even see the picture. My imagination was enough.”
“You’re a pig. You know that, right?”
He smiled proudly. “So I’ve been told.”
Once locating our room, I didn’t have a moment to pull myself together before Evan was throwing open the door.
Then there she was – my best friend and the girl I’d gone to sleep thinking about.
The whole ride from the airport I’d continuously reminded myself that Ruby wasjustmy best friend, not the daring sender of racy photos. With that reminder having being on repeat, I’d thought I was ready to act normal around her, but I hadn’t factored the Miami heat into the equation.
Unlike the thick winter clothes she’d worn over Christmas, today she was dressed in a jean skirt and cropped singlet. So much of her skin was on display, and holy hell her cleavage was deep. Had her tits always been that size?
“Wheels!”
Grinning, she slid off the bed and rushed over to hug me. I took a measured breath as her warm body wrapped around mine. I was in a simple tee and shorts, so our skin met inwaytoo many places.
“I am so glad to see you,” she smiled.
“Why aren’t you with Noah?”
She recoiled slightly, which was strange. Or maybe she hadn’t and I was the one acting weird.
“I surprised him... so he wasn’t prepared... and he’s... ugh... he’s busy tonight.”
“Surely he can drop his plans for you?”
“No, it’s...” She trailed off. “I figured I could hang with you instead. Seems like fate we’re both here.”
