The.
Fuck.
How did he know where I lived?
“What can I do for you, Brando?” I asked in my most snarky tone. While I didn’t know how he found my place, I knew exactly why he was here, and I planned on making him work for it.
“Don’t toy with me, woman. Open this door.” He sounded like he was in no mood for my shenanigans, so I opened the door, deciding I could make him work for it inside my warm apartment.
I couldn’t believe I was letting him in. First of all, Ineverhad guys over at my apartment. I always went to theirs. Second,how did he know where I lived? Was I being stalked? Was I in danger?I laughed to myself, because while Brandon was a total freak in the sheets, he was still a really nice guy, and I didn’t think he’d hurt a fly, let alone me.
Standing back to give him room to enter, he strode in, looking frazzled, and paced around my apartment. His usually perfect man bun was coming loose, and his hair was covered in thick snowflakes. He pulled out his hair tie, ran his fingers through his locks, and then pulled them back to re-secure them.
I stood there taking him in and,fuck me, did he look good. My nipples were already tight little peaks begging for attention, and my pussy demanded to be filled. I was going to ruin this man.
I undid the tie of my robe and let it fall to the ground.Welp, that got his attention.Brandon stopped in his tracks and looked me up and down. He then took three long strides to get to me, lifted me, and slammed us against the wall, careful not to actually hurt me. I wrapped my legs around him as his mouth crashed into mine.
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that, don’t you?” he asked, while kissing and groping me, then pressing his erection into my pelvis. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
“That picture you sent was so fucking hot,” I admitted. “Please tell me you brought the Santa hat.”
“It’s in the car.”
“Go.”
That man dropped me like a bad habit and went running out of my apartment. I didn’t stop laughing until he came bounding back in with the biggest shit-eating grin and the Santa hat on his head.
“You’re ridiculous,” I laughed. “Take off your shoes and your coat. You’re getting snow everywhere.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” He kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it by the door. Dressed in jeans and a well-fitted flannel shirt, he was giving off some serious lumberjack vibes.Smash.
As Brandon turned, he caught sight of my food on the coffee table. “Did I interrupt your dinner?”
I was still in my sparse lingerie, nipples standing at attention, goosebumps pebbling my flesh. I wanted to fuck, but I also needed to eat. My stomach growled its approval of the latter loud enough that I was sure Brandon heard it.
He moved quickly, picking my robe up off the floor and wrapping it around me. “Sorry, Lexi. I barged in here unannounced. Fuck, you’re freezing.” He rubbed his hands over my arms to warm me.Damn, that felt so good.
“I’m okay, really.” Grabbing his shirt, I pulled him to me. “I know a way you can warm me up.” My stomach growled even louder, and I winced. There was no way he didn’t catch that one.
“Food first, then fucking.” He gave me a wink.
“Fine, Idolove food, too,” I agreed reluctantly. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I could eat. If you have enough for two, that is.”
I moved into the kitchen—already missing his touch—and portioned out another bowl of mac n’ cheese. “You want a glass of wine?”
“No, I’m not much of a wine guy. Water is fine.”
I returned to the living room and set down his water and food and then sat on the couch cross-legged. It had only been a short while since I’d abandoned my own food, so thankfully, it was still warm enough to dig right in.
“So, Brando, how’d you get my address?” I questioned in between bites.
He chuckled, “From your form at the shop.”
“Are you even allowed to do that?” I pointed my fork at him and arched an eyebrow. “What’s a tattoo shop equivalent to HIPAA? You’ve got to be violating something like that.”
He laughed. “I mean, I wouldn’t give out your info to a stranger, but it’s my shop, and I just so happened to see your address when you filled out the form.”
