My eyes scan the features of her face. She looks pretty tonight. Then she hiccups.
A smile slips. “Cute.” She laughs and hiccups again. “Okay, let’s go home. I think you’ve had enough,” I tell her.
“Fine.” She gives in. “Maybe you’re right.”
We both walk over to the group to tell them she’s heading home. “Bummer. Well, I’ll see you at work on Wednesday then,” Lina says, shooting me a side-eye.
Piper and Avery bring her in for a hug and almost spill their wine glasses on her. “I think you ladies should head home soon too,” I snap.
Avery rolls her eyes. “So kind of you to show concern.” I have a feeling that none of her friends like me, and I have an even stronger feeling of why. I bet she’s been bad-mouthing me for years, especially with Avery. She hasn’t liked me since college.
Bailey and I walk to the front of the tasting room where my car is still sitting idle with the young valet comfortably waiting behind the wheel. I open the passenger door for her and she falls in.
I throw the valet a hundred dollar bill and drive away.
We’re not even down the street when Bailey starts talking. She has this weird grin on her face, and suddenly, I feel a little self-conscious. “I hated you in college,” she blurts out.
“Oh, I know.” I glance over to her. “But thanks for reminding me. That was nice of you.”
She hiccups again and leans her head against the window. “The only reason why I had sex with you that night is because I wanted to know what you felt like.”
My body straightens, and I quickly replay her words in my head.She wanted to know what I felt like?She’s in the mood to talk. I wonder what else I can get out of her.
I lick my lips. “I can accept that. Maybe I only slept with you because I was wondering the same thing.” I turn to see her reaction to what I’ve said, but she’s now passed out with her forehead smashed against the window.
I quietly laugh at how drunk she is.
Pulling into the parking garage of our condo building, I jog around the car to the passenger side, taking care to open the door slowly since her body is still leaning against it. I slide one arm in, bracing her shoulders while I use my other to hold open the door.
Just as I suspected, all her weight falls into me the moment the door is wide enough. Squatting low, I scoop her up and carry her through the courtyard and into the building. She stirs a little in my arms and unintentionally snuggles into me. Heat floods my insides.
Her light pink lips are pushed out, and it takes everything in me not to run my tongue over them. I cannot fuck her like this, but goddammit, I want to.
I barely make it to the elevator before my dick begins fighting with the zipper of my pants.
I continue to carry her the entire ride up to the third floor. The vibration of the automatic doors causes her to stir.
“Take out your keys.” I keep my voice low.
With her eyes half open, she fumbles with the small black purse that’s laying in her lap. Once she gets her keys out, I slightly dip down so she can slide the key into the lock. Shemisses three times, and I can’t help but laugh at her expense. Her body shakes in my arms as she is laughing too.
“Come on, you’re getting heavy now,” I say.
Finally, her key goes in. I kick the door open with my foot, sending it swinging into the wall on the opposite side. I head directly for her bedroom. “I should have had you buy me a drink first before I invited you into my bed,” she mumbles.
I kneel, finally lowering her onto the bed. “Well, jokes on you because I’ve already had you, so I’m well aware that you‘re a sure thing.”
Lying on her back, she extends her arms out above her head. “I would typically have a witty comeback for you, but right now, my mind is a little hazy.”
I take a seat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her while she’s sprawled out like a starfish. Bailey’s hooded eyes look up at me. Drawing my head back, I turn away. She looks so tempting and inviting. It would be so easy to fuck her. I haven’t stopped thinking about the way she smells or the way her soft hair falls through my fingers since the night in Burbank.
We have already established our little arrangement, and she wasn’t drunk when she agreed to it; would it be so bad if I had my way with her? My eyes roam the length of her body. She’s lying on her back, one arm up over her head and the other on her stomach. Her long brown hair is fanned out over her silky white pillow. I feel the sweat bead on my forehead.
Fuck,it’s hot in here.
“What did you guys do today that caused you to drink so much wine?” I ask. I don’t want to leave her just yet, but I also need to get my mind off of unzipping her jeans that ride tight around her waist. A small sliver of skin peeks out from where her top is slightly raised. I would love to just run my tongue along that forbidden slice of creamy skin.
As if she felt the burn from my unwavering stare, Bailey curls onto her side, tucking one leg under the other. “We did a little wine-tasting tour of all the wine bars in the old town. The tour started around three this afternoon. I only had a light salad for lunch, so it went to my head pretty fast,” she answers without opening her eyes.
