Page 37 of Recovering Ivy

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Fuck.

“No fucking way. Get that woman out of this city. Do not give that bitch money either, but make it known she’s leaving. Take Leo with you. You tell him what she just told us, and he’ll gladly drive her back to Florida.”

“Zane. It’s fine. If I just talk to her she’ll leave. There’s no reason to put everyone out.”

“Not a chance.” That was from Declan. He was pissed. I didn’t know much about his time growing up in the foster care system, only he hadn’t had the best experiences. “I’ll handle her.”

“Appreciate it.” I gave him a chin lift before he moved to the door.

“I’ll call you later.”

I waited for him to close the door behind him before I pulled back from Ivy so I could see her face.

“Stop saying you’re putting people out. You’re not.”

“I feel like I am. And if I…”

“No. You’re not meeting with her,” I cut her off.

“I’m not comfortable with this.”

“You’re gonna have to get use to it.”

“I’m not sure that I can.”

She would. I’d make sure of it.

“Let’s eat before the food gets cold. I’m not gonna let that bitch ruin a perfectly good steak.”

Ivy’s lips twitched. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

* * *

I had been tossing and turning in the guest bed when there was a knock on the door. Before I could give a response, the door opened a crack.

“Zane? You awake?” Ivy whispered.

I should’ve pretended I was asleep and ignored her. But I was weak and answered.

“Yeah. What’s wrong?”

“I… I can’t sleep.”

Fuck.

I sat up and switched the lamp on and I realized I really should not have answered. Ivy was standing in the doorway in a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. If the cotton material wasn’t already short enough, she had them rolled at the top. The fabric was ugly as sin, but the toned thighs they showcased looked like heaven. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself between them.

Off limits, I reminded my cock as it started to stand up, taking notice of the sexy woman who was now walking farther into the room.

“Do you mind?” she asked when she stopped next to the bed.

Mind what? Her crawling into bed with me? Hell yes, I minded. There would be zero chance my cock would cooperate and calm down.

“Before you touch that sheet, baby, I gotta warn you, I don’t sleep with clothes on.”

“Oh.” She dropped the sheet but remained next to the bed. “Is that a problem for you?”