“Dammit, Owens, would you stop flashing your tits all of the time.”
I rush over to her and lift her dress completely off. Might as well since she was halfway there. Her head full of large black corkscrew curls are all over the place, her eyes are half closed, and there’s a huge goofy grin across her face.
“Wouldn’t it have been easier to step out of it,” I say taking a deep breath. Willing my dick to go down to its normal size.
“I’m so hotttt!” she slurs.
Yes, the fuck she is.
“Hold this against your boobs please and go change. Why isn’t your air on anyway? It’s definitely hot in here.”
I can’t avert my eyes from the jiggle her ass cheeks make as she walks toward her bedroom.
“I’m never here,” she answers once inside the bedroom. “I can’t have that thing running all day.”
“I think I pay you enough to cover the electric bill.”
“It’s not about whether or not I have the money. It’s about common sense.”
She walks back out into the living room wearing a Harry Potter pajama tank top and matching shorts. Now this is something I’d expect from her. Totally quirky. Totally Owens.
“It’s about not taxing the resources of—”
“Blah, blah, blah,” I say cutting her off. “You talk entirely too much when you’re drunk.”
She walks over in what I think is an attempt to hit me in the chest, but completely misses the mark. I thought the liquor was wearing off, but maybe not. I think she still sees two of me.
I quickly catch her with one arm.
“Oops.” She giggles.
And then … the last fucking thing I need happens.
Chapter Twenty
COOP
She touches me.
She touches me, and it sets every single nerve ending in my body on fire.
“Even your muscles have muscles,” she coos as she rubs one of my forearms.
“You like muscles?” I ask through clenched teeth.
I’ve never considered the type of man that Owens would like, because I’ve never even heard her talk about dating. Now all of a sudden, I’m curious as fuck.
“Uh-huh.”
“What else do you like?”
“Hair!” she states emphatically.
My eyes partially close as she strokes some of the strands of my loosely pulled man bun. I find myself hoping that I possess everything she likes.
“What else?” I growl.
I pick her up to sit her up on the kitchen counter away from me while I cook. I need her to stop touching me, but she wraps her arms around my neck as I lift her.
