Page 57 of Under Her

“Yeah, I think I’ll grab a shower, too. Niran and Noon are great, but fuck can they smoke.” I chuckle.

She laughs. “I’m pretty sure they went through a full pack each while we were at the boxing match.”

“And another pack while we had dinner.”

We all grabbed some food at a Thai restaurant after the boxing match.

“I actually didn’t know someone could smoke while eating their food.”

Morgan snickers. “I’ll be about fifteen minutes.” She steps into her room.

“Take your time.”

I let myself in my room, strip off my smoky clothes, and climb in the shower.

I’m done in five minutes. I dress in gray pajama pants and grab two beers from the fridge. I open them up and head out onto the terrace.

I’m catching up on messages when Morgan appears.

“Hey.” She smiles.

Holy fuck.

She’s makeup free, not that she wears much anyway, and her hair is down and damp around her shoulders. But those aren’t the reasons that I’ve suddenly lost the ability to speak.

No, it’s the black silk cami pajama top and shorts that she’s wearing. And also the fact that I know she’s not wearing a bra beneath it because I can see her perky nipples poking at the fabric.

Is she trying to kill me?

If she is, what a fucking way to go though.

It takes me a full minute to find my voice. “Hi,” I croak as I hand her a beer.

She sits on the chair beside me and curls her legs up beneath her.

I want her so bad. I can feel myself starting to sweat, and my heart is thudding in my chest.

I take a long pull on my beer, trying to calm myself down.

Chill, Cross. For fuck’s sake, you’re acting like you’ve never seen a hot woman before.

But I haven’t seen her before. Not like this.

“That’s one of ours, right?” I point to her pajama set. Why the hell I’m reminding myself of what she’s wearing, I’ll never know.

“It is.” She smiles around the mouth of her beer bottle before taking a drink.

Those lips around that bottle…I bet she gives amazing head.

“I know my stuff,” I say.

“I know my stuff.”

Jesus H. Christ.

Next time I see Coop and Dom, I’m going to have them take turns in punching me in the face for all the stupid shit that I’ve said to her.

I take another drink of my beer and silently berate myself for being a moronic prick.