“Please,” he scoffs. “You sleep in every day. I’ve never met another chick who can just roll out of bed and be ready for the day in the three seconds that it takes you, but you avoided my question. Why are you awake? Are you working early today? Is there another one of those bullshit parties that I need to come and chaperone?”
I roll my eyes and slip a bookmark into the page I was reading before peeling myself out of the egg-chair. I’ll have to come back after I’ve slept for a bit and continue exploring this room. I wonder if I could convince Harrison to help me get this chair down the elevator and into the pool house? Nah, that’s a long shot. I’ll have to do it myself. After all, it’s better to ask forgiveness than to be denied permission. Hmm, I bet I could talk Charlie into helping me.
“No,” I say, striding over to the elevator and pressing the call button. “There’s no party that I’m being forced to work at. I just haven’t gone to bed yet.”
“What? Why the hell not? What have you been doing all night … who have you been doing all night?”
“Seriously?” I grumble with yet another eye roll. “I’ve been reading all night. I discovered this place has a fully stocked library.”
“Reading?” he grunts, clearly not believing me as the ding for the elevator sounds.
I step into it with a groan. “Yes, you overprotective, possessive douche canoe. I’ve been reading, and in case you wanted to know, I actually enjoyed this one so you can go right ahead and pull your head out of your ass and stop questioning every little thing I say.”
“Jesus. Calm down, O. I was just asking. What’s got your panties in such a twist this morning?”
Geez, let’s see. It could be a number of things. The ending of that book is one, but then there’s also the image of squeezing Colton's head between my thighs as I came harder than I’ve ever come before. He ran out of here like his ass was on fire, and now Nic is questioning everything I say. Yeah, I have every right to have my panties in a twist, but it’s not as though I’m about to start explaining that list to him.
“Nothing,” I tell him, riding down in the elevator to the ground floor. “I’m just tired. I don’t think I’m working today so I was just about to go back to the pool house and catch a few hours of sleep.”
“Wait … you stayed in that fucking house with Carrington all night? I thought you said you were reading.”
“Oh, my God, Nic. Chill the fuck out. You’re so fucking impossible. I just told you that I was reading in the fucking Library. Where they keep all the goddamn books.” I hit the bottom level and the doors quickly slide open. “So no, I wasn’t bouncing up and down on Colton’s dick if that’s what you’re really asking.”
I step out of the elevator and raise my eyes only to come to a stop.
Get fucked. How is this my morning?
Colton stares back at me with a raised questioning brow and the amusement on his face grinds on my nerves. His body shines with a thin sheen of sweat, and damn it, he looks just as delicious as the first day I showed up here.
He’s clearly been working out in the home gym and it shows by the way his arms seem to bulge more than usual. My mouth waters but Nic’s voice in my ear has me snapping out of it. “Alright, alright,” he says, defensively. “So you were reading all night.”
“Good. I'm glad we got that cleared up,” I tell him. “But what about our talk the other night? I thought you were going to back off?”
Colton takes a step toward me and reaches for the phone. “Who are you talking to?”
I flinch out of his reach and tighten my grip on my phone just in case. “None of your goddamn business.”
“Is that him?” Nic practically roars. “You’re fucking with him right now?”
For fuck’s sake.
“Fuck you,” I say into the phone before looking back at Colton. “And fuck you too.”
I end the call before he has a chance to fight back and storm down the hall, barging past Colton before he can do anything about it either. “Woah,” Colton laughs at my back, following behind. “What’s up with you?”