middle finger proudly on display in the air before she slammed the door behind her.
“Not that I know of.” I coughed into my hand. “And sorry, man, it won’t happen again.”
“What was her name?”
“When do I ever learn their names?” I countered quickly.
He still wasn’t convinced. Shit, Gabi and I were going to have to rain hell on the house that night, get him focused on the one true thing he’s always been able to count on.
Me and Gabs fighting.
After I finally convinced Ian to leave, I grabbed my cell and sent a text to Gabs.
Lex Luthor: He’s suspicious . . . and Blake isn’t here, so he’s going to poke around. He does that when he’s bored.
Gabs: If only we could just put a movie on for him or something.
I burst out laughing, then texted back right away.
Lex Luthor: We could try Game of Thrones, but last time he wanted everyone to watch it with him . . .
Gabs: Well, only one thing left to do.
Lex Luthor: ?
Gabs: You ready for WW3?
Lex Luthor: Bring it on, Gabs. Let’s just see how convincing you can be after my mouth has been on you.
Gabs: Yawn . . . I’ve already forgotten what your mouth feels like. You sure you brought your A game tonight?
Lex Luthor: You’re gonna pay for that.
Gabs: Promise?
I hesitated, my fingers hovering over my phone. What the hell was I doing? What were we doing? And why was I acting like a chick? Reading into everything? Damn it.
We were flirting.
Crossing into dangerous territory—no longer in one-night-stand land, but moving on to something more serious. Did I want that? My heart nearly burst at the thought, but yeah, I think I did. Because I wasn’t feeling panicked. Maybe a bit confused and frustrated because Ian was my best friend, and you told your best friend when you were falling for someone. But I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk losing the guy who had been like a brother to me growing up. And what if Gabi wasn’t even thinking along those lines? See. Chick. I was a chick. I settled for something taunting and pressed “Send.” Keep it simple, right? Keep it fun.
Lex Luthor: Loser gets tied up.
Gabs: You’re on.
Lex Luthor: Hope you don’t mind rope burn.
Gabs: Says the loser . . .
I nervously chucked my phone onto the bed and crossed my arms. Ian walked by my room again, this time pausing in the doorway. “I want to talk to you about business stuff, and then after, you wanna watch a movie?”
“Sure.” I didn’t turn around, mainly because my conversation with Gabs had caused a serious problem that I didn’t need Ian commenting on.
“Cool, I’ll see if Gabs wants to watch too.”
“Great.” I waved him off. “See you downstairs in a few.”
Chapter
Thirty-One
Gabi
I ignored the warning bells going off in my head, right along with the elation I felt the minute I made my way into the kitchen and saw Lex grabbing a beer.
My body was still humming with pleasure.
“Gabs,” Lex said gruffly. He slapped me on the butt, then squeezed it right before Ian walked into the room.
Lex jerked away from me and winked over his beer bottle as Ian started talking.
“Action or horror?”
Well, here went nothing. “Since Lex has already had enough whores”—I lingered on the word—“why don’t we watch action?”
“Jealous?” Lex fired back, though his eyes were twinkling, bright, like he was enjoying the fight.
“Oh, so jealous.” I nodded dumbly. “If only I didn’t know how to count to four! Then maybe, just maybe, the godly Lex Luthor would sleep with me!”
“The last girl could count to five.” Lex grinned wickedly while my belly heated. “I let her count orgasms.”
“How charitable of you.” I clenched my teeth. The bastard! Had it been five? He held up five fingers on his free hand, then dropped all but one and mouthed “six” when Ian turned around to grab a beer from the fridge.
“That’s what I do up there, Gabs. Charity work, helping save girls from poor bastards who can’t find their G-spots, one sexual experience at a time.”
My eyes widened while my body jerked to attention. “Gross, Lex.”
“Gross, Lex?” he challenged. “That all you got, Sunshine? How about please, Lex? More, Lex? Yes, Lex.” He started grinding against the counter, damn him. “Right. There. Lex.”
“Careful, Lex, you’re going to get the granite pregnant,” I joked, even though my voice came out hoarse. I knew I sounded turned-on, and I