“No problem.”
“Are you drunk right now?” she inquired, stopping near me on the couch.
I swung my head. “Nah. You?”
A light chuckle slipped past her lips. “Very much so.”
I smirked. “I know.”
“So, I’m probably not gonna remember half of this conversation in the morning.”
“You should heat up your food now. It’ll help to sober you up. Might even prevent a shitty ass hangover in the morning.”
“You’re right. I’ll do that. Thanks for letting me use your shower.”
I nodded before rising to my feet and heading toward the bathroom. After a few steps, I stopped and turned back around. “Lex?”
“Yeah?”
“Since you won’t remember this tomorrow, fuck yo’ nigga. We both know you could do so much better.”
After washing the club smell off my body and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom, letting the steam rush out of the door behind me as I made my way to my room to get dressed. No sooner than I closed the door, I heard a soft knock against it. I finished pulling on my boxers and ballin’ shorts before trekking over to the door with a few droplets of water left on my shirtless chest. I cracked it open to see Lex standing on the other side, wearing a two-piece pajama set—a black crop top that read “Let Me Sleep” and black-and-white striped shorts that hung low enough to show off the diamond-encrusted ring in her navel.
One look at her, and suddenly, my brain short-circuited. I couldn’t function or think straight to save my life. All I knew was that I was craving her like my next meal, and I’d already eaten. I didn’t know if it was the early hours of the morning or the limited amount of liquor still in my system, but Alexis Rosewood had become my biggest temptation in human form.
“Sup?” I probed, praying my dick didn’t brick up.
“H–hey,” she stammered, rubbing the goosebumps on her exposed arms.
“You good?”
“Mm-hmm. You about to go to sleep?”
I swung my head. “Not right this second. Wassup?”
Her shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. “Can’t sleep,” she admitted. “I keep thinking about what you said a little while ago.”
“What I say?”
“That I could do better than Pat.”
“What about it?”
“Did you mean it?”
“I don’t say shit I don’t mean, Lex, especially not when it comes to you. But what about it?”
She sighed. “I just want to be held for a little while. You think you could loan me your chest for the night?”
My grip tightened on the doorknob. “What about my sister?”
“She’s out cold. Besides, we’re two adults hanging out, right?”
“Shit, you tell me.”
“What do you mean?”
“All this slick shit you’ve been sayin’ to me all night, just gotta be sure we’re on the same page.”
