“What’s wrong with you, Moreau? You’re usually so cautious. You hate drama.”
“She’s not drama.”
“Of course she is,” Austin said bitterly. “Whether she wants to be or not. Besides…she’s nice.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
“Well, I’m just saying. Your usual fuck buddies aren’t nice.”
“She’s not my fuck buddy!” he replied harshly.
“Oh no? Then what is she?”
“Anna.”
“AnnaTemple.”
“Her last name doesn’t matter. She’s Anna. NotDax’s sister. Just Anna.”
Her heart skipped a beat and she pressed her hand to her chest, a warm feeling spreading through it.
“Tell that to Temple and West.”
“Fox, she’s an adult. She makes her own decisions.”
“And her decision was to jump into bed with you? Shit, she’s a doctor! I thought they were supposed to be smart.”
“It’s irrelevant. We ended things weeks ago.”
“So why are you still fucking her?”
“I’m not,” he growled.
“Ah, and if I hadn’t interrupted you…?”
“It doesn’t matter. We’re just…friends now. Anna’s right: We relapsed. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Friends.
That was the part she focused on. Not onit doesn’t mean anything, because he was right.
She swallowed. Yes. They were friends. This was what she had wanted. This was good. Austin was right. If they continued sleeping together, it would create drama. She didn’t want to risk the press finding out and Melody suffering because of it. That wasn’t worth any orgasm in the world. It was good that they’d been interrupted.
She inhaled deeply. Yes. They were better off as friends.
And friends didn’t eavesdrop on each other. So, she turned back to the door, placed the key in Lucas’ jacket pocket on the coat rack, and left.
It was merely a relapse. A stupid idea.
Too bad stupid ideas were usually the hottest.
By the time she parked in front of her apartment building half an hour later, she was drained, mostly because it took a lot of effort not to think about Lucas’ mouth on…
Her phone rang and she flinched. As blood rushed to her head, she bit her lip. She felt like someone had read her lewd thoughts. It didn’t help that the nameDaxflashed across her screen.
“Shit,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. She took three deep breaths before turning off the engine and answering it. “Hey Dax, everything okay?”
“Yep. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t killed.”
