Page 66 of Wardrobe Malfunction

I don’t see the point, but I don’t argue.

“So, I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah.” She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

I don’t like this. I don’t like her like this. Distant.

She’s only a few feet away, but right now, she looks like she’s thousands of miles from me.

I feel like a dick. And I really don’t want to leave with her feeling like this.

I shouldn’t have probed about her family. It’s not like me to be so fucking nosy, but I guess I just wanted to know her.

And, now that I do know a little, it’s made me want to know more.

Knowing how hard her life has been makes me want to take care of her.

It’s not a feeling I’ve ever known with a woman, especially not one I’ve known for such a short space of time, but it’s there.

I walk over to her. I take her face in my hands and kiss her.

Her body goes lax against me, and she opens up her mouth for me, moaning softly.

Forcing myself to break away, I press a kiss to the tip of her nose.

Crossing the room, I pick up my ball cap and pull it onto my head.

Hand on the door handle, I look back at her. “Don’t make any plans for tonight that don’t include me, Pins, because you’ll definitely be seeing me later.” I wink, and then I disappear out the door.

Charly

“Drinks tonight?”

“What?” I look up from the shirt I’m sewing, my thoughts not actually on what I’m doing but on something else.

Someone else.

Vaughn.

I can’t seem to get the man off my mind…and what he did to me last night and this morning…

“I said, drinks tonight?” Ava repeats, cutting into my sex thoughts. “You, me, and Logan. I thought we could go to that new bar on Sunset Boulevard.”

“Oh, I can’t. I already have plans.”

“Don’t make any plans for tonight that don’t include me, Pins, because you’ll definitely be seeing me later.”

I get shivers, just thinking about his departing words. And I do really want to see him. And it’s not like I can exactly bring Vaughn along for drinks. Surefire way to blow our cover.

Blow.

I want to giggle.

I’m such a pervert.

I’ll just have to make it another night for drinks with them. Tomorrow night.

“Ooh, what are you up to?” she asks before I can suggest tomorrow night.