Page 31 of The Hookup Plan


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“You don’t know if you’re going to answer the question, or you don’t know if you’re going to offer me a standing invitation to meet you at the Hampton Inn on Monday afternoons?”

The air conditioner clicked off and, despite the persistent goose bumps that remained on her arms, London walked over to the thermostat to lower it. She pushed her fingers through her naturally coily hair, scraping her nails along her scalp.

“Give me a minute to think about this,” she said.

“What’s there to think about?”

She didn’t answer him, opting instead to walk over to the minifridge and help herself to a bottle of water. Resting her butt against the desk, she gulped down half of it, peering directly into Drew’s dark brown eyes as she did so. Her eyes lowered, skimming over the smooth, chiseled planes of his chest and torso.

Didn’t this bastard spend most of his day behind a desk? How could he be so cut?

The bedsheet stopped just below the sexy indentions at his waist, where the inguinal ligament and transversus abdominis met.

For goodness’ sake, girl, this isn’t Anatomy 101.

“How long do you plan to be in Austin?” London asked abruptly.

“Until Trident’s work at County is completed.”

She took another gulp of water. “And once you’re done, you go back to New York?”

“Itiswhere I live.”

She studied him, taking in the rudimentary Greek letter branded into his chest, just above his left nipple. The omega symbol. The mark of the fraternity he belonged to. Her dad was also a member, but she wouldn’t hold that against Drew.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this.” She paused for a moment, then shook her head. “But you are exactly what I’ve been looking for, Drew Sullivan.”

“It took you long enough to figure that out. I’ve known since high school.”

There was nothing she wanted more in this world at the moment than to knock that cocky grin off his face.

“You aresuchan asshole,” London said. “However, you’re also the perfect hookup partner.” She ticked items off on her fingers. “You’re temporary, you sling dick like you’ve taken a master class on it, and there’s not a chance in hell of me ever falling for you.”

London couldn’t be sure if the light in his eyes had actually dimmed a fraction, or if the change was due to his movement as he pushed himself up so that his back was against the headboard. His adjustment caused the sheet to fall even lower, barely covering his lap. She had to clutch the edge of the desk to stop herself from going to him. She wanted to crawl up the bed and plant herself on that lap.

“Why, London,” he said in a droll voice, “how could I ever turn down such a romantic proposal?”

“Do I come across as the romantic type?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he folded his arms behind his head, and asked, “Why me?”

“I thought I just went over that,” she said. “Believe it or not, you’re literally what the doctor ordered, Drew.” His brow arched in inquiry, so London decided to explain. “My job—my life in general—has been overly demanding lately. My mentor at the hospital, Dr. Doug Renault, suggested I find ways to decrease my stress. My two best friends, Samiah and Taylor, believe casually hooking up is the perfect way to accomplish this. I wasn’t entirely sure they were right, but based on how relaxed I’ve been since Saturday night, I have to say that sex with you has done amazing things for my stress level. Much better than crocheting.”

He barked out a laugh. “That’s one I haven’t heard before, but I’ll take it.”

“You don’t have to look so smug,” London said.

“I’m not smug, I just have a high level of confidence in my ability to handle this job. Drew Sullivan, stress reliever. At your service, Dr. Kelley.”

She dropped her head back and sighed up at the ceiling. “I’m going to regret this.”

“I promise you won’t.”

His voice had dropped an octave, the deep, rich timbre adding to those goose bumps on her arms and thighs.

“If we’re going to do this, we can just go over to my place,” he said. “The apartment I’m renting is about the same distance from the hospital, and the bed is a lot more comfortable.”

“Really?” London asked. “I was just thinking that I need to check what brand this mattress is. It’s better than what I have at home.”

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