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No shit, Sherlock.
My wet hair is dripping on the floor, and I start to shiver. Only in Texas can it be a beautiful day, and then bam, it’s a freaking storm. On Christmas Eve, no less.
His white shirt is clung to his body, showing every ridge on his chest. Damn, he has grown. Never in my right mind did I ever think I’d have Stefan Valentino in my living room. Don’t get me wrong; I have dreamed about it, but never thought it would come true. Yet here he is, dripping wet in my house.
“I’ll go grab you some sweats. Might have a rock n roll t-shirt.” I go to my closet and grab a pair of grey sweatpants and a black Kiss t-shirt and then throw them at him. “That’s all I have.”
He rips off his soaked shirt and I admire the ridges of his abs again. And his toned shoulders. You can definitely tell he works out. Oh, how I would love to run my hands over his shoulders. Stop being a creep. So, maybe I would pounce on him if given the opportunity. I mean, wouldn’t any woman? It’s not every day you find a down to earth billionaire who looks like him.
He stops after getting the shirt on, and smiles. “Your brother wouldn’t like this.”
“Good thing he’s not here, huh?” I say. “I’m going to go change.”
I leave Stefan in my living room, taking off his pants to put on the sweats, but wish I could be a fly on the wall. That man is built like heaven, and one day, I’m going to get the opportunity to touch every inch of his body.
When I return to my living room in my leggings and t-shirt, he’s in the kitchen, making a pot of coffee. He’s insane, but I am freezing still.
“What are you doing? It’s like nine o’clock.”
“Don’t you work overnights? I figured you would be used to drinking it this late.”
He’s right, but he doesn’t need to know that. So, I play it off, and just don’t respond.
“When is the storm supposed to pass?” he asks.
I pull up the radar. “Around two. Looks like you’ll be staying the night.”
Not only is he in my house, but now he is stuck with me until the storm passes. It’s almost like one of my dreams, and now I just need it to end on a good note. Maybe we can finally tackle some things and get it out in the open. “Why don’t we have something stronger than coffee?”
I pull out my bottle of vodka and pour some in a glass with some orange juice. “It’s going to be a long night, and nothing is better than a good screwdriver.”
I clink his glass and take a chug. Liquor will help me, because my heart is fluttering, my panties are wet, and sitting this close to him is making me want him even fucking more.
He picks up the remote and finds Criminal Minds in my recent history.
“Let me guess, a Derek Morgan fan?” he laughs.
“You could say that.”
I’m all about admiring him, but right now, I have a tangible man next to me, that I can lean over and kiss. Not a fictional character. So, let’s focus on that.
“How about we make this interesting? Let’s play Never Have I Ever.”
He shakes his head. “Yeah, that’s not a good idea.”
So, it might sound childish, but what else are we going to do? I don’t feel like sitting around watching tv all night. No, I want to get answers to my questions, and maybe this will help open him up. My brother is not around, so he doesn’t have to worry about backlash. And I’m sure as hell not going to tell anyone.
“Don’t be a pussy. It’ll be fine. Loosen up a little bit, Stefan. Have you always been this tense?”
He takes a huge chug of his drink. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”
This is going to be fun. I have to choose my turns carefully.
I curl my feet up on the couch and face him. “Never Have I Ever kissed a man.”
Stefan doesn’t drink, but I do.
“Aren’t you supposed to ask questions that make me drink? What makes you think I’ve ever kissed man?”
