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“Umm, I don’t know.” He nuzzled her shoulder. “Phone or something.”
Vandy checked the clock and sat straight up. “It’s two in the afternoon!”
She jumped right out of bed and remembered her nakedness. Her clothes were nowhere to be found, though there were six—six?—condom wrappers on the floor. Trying to cover her breasts and her vagina with two arms didn’t seem possible. “Where are my clothes? My parents have to be freaking out.”
Royce looked thoroughly amused by this. “You think there’s anything left of them?”
He had banged her against the front door the minute they’d entered. It had been awesome, but he might have ripped her miniskirt. And her panties.
Then they’d done body shots and shared a cup of sake ‘in honor of their first meeting.’ And then disposed of her bra and shirt on his table.
“I can’t be naked!” She spun around in a circle fruitlessly hoping to find a whole piece of her clothing.
“Why not?” Royce got out of bed, and she forgot her search to gape at his body.
Yep, he was even better naked. He had multiple languages written across his chest, including the ever-familiarSanskrit OM. His back had a fire ax stretching shoulder to shoulder—now accompanied by several bite marks that she might have given. There was also a dragon, a robot, and a cat that looked rather suspiciously like the one that shared his apartment. The phrase‘True allegiance is only given willingly’ was written on his shoulder and his chest.
The splendor of his tattoos in no way took away from the sculpture of muscles that made this man. The red hair went down his chest, pointed to his happy trail, and outlined the base of his cock to great effect. That particular cock hardened under her gaze, sending shivers down her spine. Royce loved it when she got on her knees and traced the veins along the shaft. Once she got him riled up, he’d—
“Vandy?” He advanced on her, and she felt her brain melting because her body suggested she let him bend her over the bed.
The beeping continued, reminding her of the original problem. “My phone. I need it. And clothes.”
“If you insist.” He took a Firehouse 19 T-shirt out of his dresser and handed it to her. She resisted the temptation to climb on him. The fabric brushed her nipples, which gave her a slight twinge. He raised his eyebrows and fixed his eyes on the hard points sticking out of the T-shirt.
“Aren’t you getting dressed?”
“Why? It’s my house, and I won’t be at work until Wednesday. I can lounge around like this as much as I want.”
“But you have to leave sometime. Get food. Study. Exercise.”
“I could, but I don’t have to. I’m an adult. Me and Eowyn can hang out by ourselves and order takeout.” He pronounced the cat’s name with an odd emphasis.
“EoWin?”
“Eowyn. Like A-O-Win. Riders of Rohan? Fights the Nazgul?”
“Game of Thrones?”
He walked by her and pointed to a spot on the massive bookshelf that encompassed his entire hallway.
“You have Nietzsche, Kant, Schopenhauer, A Game of Thrones, Fifty Shades of Grey, the Kama Sutra, The Chronicles of Prydain . . .” She tilted her head to the indicated book. “The Two Towers? What’s that?”
“The middle book in The Lord of the Rings. Has the Riders of Rohan.” That meant little to her. “Fantasy classics. Swords, the One Ring. Orlando Bloom?”
“Does he date Katy Perry?”
“What exactly do you do all day?”
“I work. With numbers. And get coffee. And do math. And more math.”
“Eowyn is chewing on your purse.” He pointed to the living room.
Eowyn, the cat from a book she’d never read, had to be chased away from her purse. Her phone only had one bar left of battery, hence the odd sound of her dying text reminder. It was Anna checking on her status and sharing the cover story she’d told Vandy’s mom.
Vandy had conveniently forgotten her charger and would be spending the next few days at Anna’s.
“Feel better?” he asked, quietly getting out food from his fridge, still naked.
