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“I knew it, you bastard!” She took one of the stiff throw pillows and lobbed it at his head. “This is the real reason you’re here alone, because no woman in her right mind would put up with someone like you.”
Close enough. Although it was his tendency to be a workaholic rather than a bastard that ran most of his serious relationships into the ground. Now that he thought about it, the two went hand in hand.
“You’re probably right,” Drew told her.
He looked down at his watch and did a double take. It was nearly two in the morning. When he glanced toward the window, he saw that the rain outside had slowed to a light drizzle.
London glanced over her shoulder. “It looks as if the rain has finally let up.”
Drew couldn’t deny the disappointment that swept through him when she stood. But then his brow creased in a frown when, instead of retrieving her shoes and bidding him farewell, she walked over to the bar. She picked out the mini bottle of gin, emptied it into her glass, and downed the contents in one swallow.
Then promptly broke out into a coughing fit.
Drew rushed over to her. “You okay?” He patted her back until she stopped coughing.
“Holy shit,” she said. “I haven’t done that since college.”
“I would suggest you not do it again.”
“I think you’re right. Thank you.”
Drew reached for a clean highball glass and poured himself a finger of bourbon. He probably shouldn’t have any more tonight, but he was so keyed up after spending this time with London that he figured he’d need something to relax him once she left.
“You okay now?” he asked her.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I just really needed another drink.” She paused, then said, “I’m not drunk enough to have sex with you, so I’m trying to fix that.”
He choked on his bourbon. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I want sex tonight. And, well, you’re here.”
He cleared his throat. “Who says I want to have sex with you?”
London rolled her eyes. “Don’t think for a minute that you can convince me you’ve changedthatmuch since high school.” She took the glass out of his hand and swallowed down his drink. “At one time you would sleep with anything with a pulse.”
She reached for the decanter, but Drew stopped her. “First, there won’t be any sex happening here if you get drunk. That’s not the way I operate. And give me some credit, Dr. Kelley. Anyone I slept with also had to have a personality.”
“Mallory Lawrence didn’t have a shred of personality.”
“It was the tits when it came to Mallory.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” London nodded. “Shedidhave tits for days.”
Drew hooked his thumb toward the coffee table, where he’d left his cell phone. “I can call her. I’m sure she’ll come over and join us.”
“Oh my God. Shut up!” London said. “Just…don’t talk anymore. You’ll remind me how much I don’t like you. Now, are you going to take your clothes off, or what?”
The fact that she’d asked that question with such nonchalance blew his mind. This could not be real life.
But it was.TheLondon Kelley was standing in his hotel room, looking like a goddess, and asking—commanding—him to take off his clothes.
“Why me?” Drew asked. Because he had to make sure this was something she really wanted. “You just said you don’t like me?”
She hunched her shoulders. “To be honest, after all these years I don’t know you well enough to decide whether or not I like you, Drew. But I don’t have to like you to fuck you.
“Here’s the deal: I haven’t had sex in nearly a year. I’m under a ridiculous amount of stress at work, and my friends think ending my drought is the perfect way to relieve some of the stress. They suggested I find a single doctor at the hospital and get laid, but I refuse to have a one-night stand with a coworker. However, I also want to make sure it’s with someone I at least semi-trust.”
“And you trust me?”
