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the stomach.
“Whoa…don’t go any lower, sweetheart.”
She hit me again in the face. “Fine. I’ll go higher.”
I growled. “You’re such a brat.” I grabbed her legs and pulled them out from underneath her, forcing her on her back on the mattress. Then I crawled on top of her and pinned her arms back. “I’m officially the victor of this pillow fight.”
“What? You swung it like you didn’t have a clue what you were doing.”
“Look who’s on top. I win.”
“You’re a cheater.”
“Nope. You’re just a sore loser.”
She tried to squirm under my grasp and her dress rose up slightly. Her hair was cascaded around her and her tits shook with every move she made. Feeling her underneath me like that made me think things I shouldn’t, and almost instantly my cock was hard.
“I’ll let you go because I’m a nice guy.” I quickly got off of her because I didn’t want her to feel my raging hard-on. That would be awkward. “Just don’t forget what happened here.” I grabbed my pillow off the ground then carried it back to the living room.
“Do you need anything before I shut the door?” she asked.
“Nope.” I turned off the lights then lay down.
“What are you going to sleep in?”
“My boxers.”
“You aren’t going to be cold?”
“Nope.” I rested my hands behind my head. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Well…what can I sleep in?”
“Oh, sorry. I forgot.” I walked back into my room and searched my drawers. I found a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. “Here. They are both clean. But if you prefer some dirty ones, I can get those too.” I gave her a wink.
She snatched the clothes from my hand. “Stop winking. It’s not sexy.”
“It’s hot?”
“No.”
“It’s irresistible?”
“No.”
“It’s—”
“No. It’s none of those things.” She walked into the bathroom then shut the door. A few minutes later, she came out wearing my clothes. She looked hot in the dress she was wearing but seeing her in my clothes was sexy on a whole new level.
“What?” She realized I was staring at her.
“You look better in my clothes than I do.”
“I doubt that.” She pulled the covers back then got in bed. “Your bed is pretty comfy.”
“Thanks. Sometimes I don’t get out of it.”
She sighed then closed her eyes. When I didn’t leave, she opened them again. “Is there something else?”
“Yeah, don’t go into my closet.”
That got her attention and she sat up. “Why?”
“I have an AK-47 in there. It’s loaded.”
She didn’t flinch at my words. “Why do you have that in your closet?”
I shrugged. “It makes me feel better knowing I can blow someone’s head off at any moment. Our base was invaded a few times, and some guys were shot in their sleep. Since then, I always keep my gun beside me. A few years ago, I managed to put it in the closet instead of leaving it at the bedside. Maybe one day, I’ll dismantle it and forget about it altogether.”
She listened to my words and watched me stoically. She didn’t seem disturbed or uncomfortable by anything that I said. Instead of judging me or saying I needed to see a therapist, she nodded in understanding. “Traumatic experiences take time to recuperate from. And sometimes they never stop haunting you.” She didn’t patronize me by saying meaningless words, she was honest with me.
And I really liked that. “Yeah…” It seemed like she knew exactly what I was talking about. But how would she know?
“Well, good night.” She settled back down and pulled the sheets to her shoulder. “Thanks for letting me sleep here.”
“No problem.” I gave her one final look before I shut the door.
CHAPTER FIVE
Alessandra
I was such an idiot for losing my keys.
How did I manage that?
Anything I touched disappeared like a mouse hiding under a couch. You saw him make a run for safety, but once he was hidden, you could never find him again. Sometimes I thought I was a scatterbrain. Perhaps Ash and I weren’t that different.
“How’d it go with that hunky guy with tattoos?” Shelly asked when I entered the office.
“Surprisingly well.”
“Why is that surprising?”
I shrugged before I sat down. “I don’t usually have a lot of fun with my clients. But this time I did.”
“What did you guys do?”
“After I met his parents, we went back to his place and he played guitar for me. He’s really good.”
“Sounds romantic.” She gave me a meaningful look.
“He’s so scorching hot.” I wouldn’t lie about that. “But he has more arrogance than anyone I’ve ever known.”
“A guy like that should be arrogant,”