I trust you, Jared. You’ve always been such a good guy. I still remember when you beat up that guy because he tried to grab my ass at Burger King when I was seventeen.”
“He shouldn’t have touched you. No one gets to touch you without permission.” The memory of that piece of shit with his hands on her all those years ago, still making me angry.
She smiled, not seeming to share the same dark feelings of that night. “Right, which is why you’d never hurt me. So what if we had some ground rules? Some guidelines so we don’t have to worry about it?”
“Yeah, because we did so well with those guidelines before.” I laughed, knowing it was asking for trouble.
Her gorgeous brown eyes narrowed, the trouble no longer hypothetical. “So what’s your solution then?”
Christ, if she was looking to me for answers, I knew we were in trouble. “I need to be your friend first. Anything happens to jeopardize that, I’ll never forgive myself. I’m serious, Presley. A choice between sleeping with you or having you in my life, and there’s only one answer.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “When you put it that way, I guess it makes sense.”
I laughed, “I’m glad it does to someone.”
She leaned forward, her finger tracing my bicep. “You’re a really good guy, Leighton. Like really good. And I’m positive we’re going to work this out.”
Wasn’t sure I could agree on either of those statements but wasn’t going to argue either.
“I’ll go get that coffee,” I offered knowing it was only a matter of time before I volunteered to give her something else.
With one last kiss, I moved off the bed and into the kitchen area. The lack of walls meant my vision was not impeded, her hot sexy and very naked body revealed when she pulled off the covers. She knew what she was doing too, taking extra time to complete the task and stretching for effect. Yeah, that evil grin didn’t help either, the slow walk to her bathroom showcasing her ass before she disappeared behind the opaque glass wall.
I even contemplated following her into the room, the idea of her wet, slippery body making me groan under my breath. Yeah, I was definitely going to have to get a handle on things if my resolve not to sleep with her was going to stick. And yes, I knew technically I’d blurred the line, but the technicality was all I was holding onto at the moment.
I purposely didn’t look when I heard the bathroom door open, keeping my eyes focused on my phone. I’d gotten dressed while she’d been in there, thinking about jerking off but decided against it. Last thing I needed was for her to walk out and see me with my cock in my hand. So instead, settled on scrolling through stupid memes Tibbs had sent me. He’d asked how things were and I was grateful to answer honestly that his sister was in the shower and I was chilling on her couch. Might have been a different response if that text had come a little earlier.
“I have to go to a meeting.” She appeared before me, transformed from the hot but disheveled brunette who’d been lounging around in her bed to a sex bomb ready to serve you up your balls.
My eyes widened, taking in the plain dark green dress that fit like it had been molded to her skin, the fact none of it was really showing not stopping the hot visual I had going on. Not sure who her meeting was with, but I was sure they had no idea who they were going up against. I rose to my feet, taking in the view as I grabbed my keys. “Cool, I’ll drive you. Where are we heading?”
“It’s at Diablo, Bennett is meeting me there and it’s the middle of the day. You don’t need to come.” Her brown eyes were focused, connecting with mine in a way I couldn’t read. Not sure if it was some kind of test, or she was trying to throw me off, but I thought we’d established I was going to be her shadow.
“You’re right, I don’t need to come. But I’m here, have a car, and I want to. Never seen Diablo during the day. Plus, it will give me a chance to say hi to Bennett. I didn’t the opportunity the other night.”
She laughed, her eyes lighting up her face as she flicked back her hair. “You know he’s not