Page 17 of Sexy

I look over my shoulder and smile. “Nookie?”

“You know what I mean.”

It is my nookie stash, and she should be pissed off about that. But maybe the layer of dust over the footlocker box is all she needs to believe me when I say it’s been a while. I flip the latch up and open the lid.

“Oh my God. It is your nookie box. How many times have you had sex on that blanket?”

I throw the blanket down on the ground. “Never, you sicko. I make them stand.”

“Asshole.”

“Hey, you asked. If you don’t want to know about the secret life of Fletcher Novak, don’t ask.”

“Is that what you tell them? Don’t ask?”

“I just told you, didn’t I?” I regret my words the second they leave my mouth. She pulls away. “Sorry,” I say, meaning it. I don’t ever make the girls feel cheap when they’ve got my attention. It’s one night, I make sure they know that. And I just told Tiffy that it’s a one-time thing. But I don’t have to rub it in. “I have not had sex on this blanket, OK? I use it for picnics.”

“I’ve heard everything now.” She snorts.

“Hey, I’m a romantic, what can I say?”

“You’re playing me right now, aren’t you?”

“Only if you want to be played.”

“Why did you bring me up here?”

“Why do you think?”

We stare at each other for a few seconds. I can practically hear her thoughts. Her inner voice is telling her to run. Get as far away from me as possible. They all think that. But none of them can resist me. I’m not saying that to be obnoxious. It’s just true. I have that ‘it’ factor. Something about me just screams sexy.

“Have you thought about me?” I ask. “Since last night at the show? Because I’ve thought about you.”

“What did you think about me? That I’m your next victim?”

“No, actually.” I smooth down the blanket on the ground of the shed and then step towards her, taking her face in my hands and pulling her tight against my chest. “I’ve thought about your hot breath as you panted against my cock when I was standing on your chair. I thought about your upturned eyes, looking at me if I ever got the chance to get you on your knees.”

She gulps air.

“Now tell me what you’ve been thinking about. Because you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to be.”

“We’re locked in,” she whispers as my mouth moves in closer.

I kiss her softly. No tongue, just a small, tender kiss that makes girls melt. “You have a phone, Tiffy. One call to your BFF, Claudio, and you’re free.”

She stares at me.

“But even though I might be the biggest prick you ever met, you want me, don’t you.”

She swallows hard.

“And I want you. That’s why we’re here. I want you. So if you don’t feel the same way, now’s your chance to say so.”

“I want…” She stops. There was a word on her lips, but I’m almost certain it was not my name. Jealousy heats me up in a millisecond. What kind of girl has another man’s name on her tongue when she’s gazing up into my eyes?

“What?” I say sharply. “What were you gonna say?”

“I want to be irresistible. Like you.”