I clenched my teeth and my fists with a groan. “Fine. But you owe me so big for this. This is worse than that time you asked me to proof your Whitman briefs.”
“Dropping an envelope off to Morgan is worse than reading over all those pages?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
Gabe chuckled with a nod. “Okay. I owe you. Happy?”
“No.”
He handed me the manila envelope before turning for the door. “I’ll text her and let her know you’re coming instead of me so she can mentally prepare herself for the five-second exchange with you.”
Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of Morgan’s apartment complex, staring at the entrance. I didn’t just give Gabe a hard time about doing this simply because it was Morgan and the last thing I wanted to be doing. It was also because I’d finally gotten to a place in my new slump where I wasn’t thinking about how the last person I had sex with washer. I didn’t need me dropping this stupid envelope off to stir up those deliciously horrible thoughts.
I let out a breath, got out of my car, and walked inside the complex, not even bothering to grab my jacket. I rode the elevator up to the fifth floor, stepped out, and walked to the end of the hall, stopping in front of door 607. And I knocked.
“It’s open!” I heard Morgan’s faint shout. Either Gabe forgot to send her a message, or he did, and she hadn’t read it yet because I knew there was no way in hell she was willingly invitingmeinto her apartment.
When I walked inside, the door latched shut behind me, and I let out a low whistle as I glanced around. Morgan’s complex was the sister to mine, and it had the same layout and same hardwood floors, but it looked entirely different. Where I had plain gray walls, she had a slightly off-white color that brightened the entire space. I always had a feeling her place was nice,but I figured it would be like any other girls’ apartment I’d been in before—fluffy rugs, framed calligraphy quotes on the walls, the cutesy throw blankets and pillows.
It wasn’t that at all.
I was no expert in decorating, but growing up in Cliffside and around wealth, I knew enough to know that while Morgan’s apartment was unassuming, it was filled with really nice furniture. Even I could recognize the custom Eames chair in the corner of her living room.
As I took a few steps further inside, I caught a sudden whiff of a familiar scent and paused. I shook my head and closed my eyes, tensing my jaw while exhaling an annoyed breath through my nose. Because there were those damn thoughts and images I was trying to avoid, all triggered in an instant by the soft aroma of rose that lingered in the air.
I remembered the feel of her skin. I saw her face as she fell apart. I heard her whimpers and moans.
When my eyes snapped open, I had only one thought, one I blamed entirely on my continued sexual stagnation and my stupid dick.
I wanted her again.
I heard footsteps and looked over to see Morgan coming down the hallway. Her brow furrowed when she saw me, and she slowed her steps. “What the hell are you doing inside my apartment?”
I smirked. “You did tell me to come in.”
“Yeah, because I thought you were Gabe. Had I known it was you, I wouldn’t have.”
“I’m wounded,” I quipped. She rolled her eyes, and I took that moment to look at her. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a white tank top underneath a slouchy oversized cardigan thathung off one arm, revealing her bare shoulder peeking out from beneath her long brown hair. It only fueled my thoughts further. I cleared my throat. “Gabe had something come up last minute and all but begged me to drop this off for you.” I handed her the manila envelope for Liam. “He said he was going to message you and let you know I was coming instead of him.”
She took the envelope and turned, slipping it inside what I assumed to be her work bag before looking at me again, casually folding her arms. “He might have, but I haven’t looked at my phone since I got home.” She gestured to where her phone was lying on the counter.
I nodded, holding her stare. I couldn’t help but notice how she seemed slightly on edge. It was subtle, but I saw it. And something in my gut told me I knewexactlywhy that was. I had a feeling that the same thoughts crossing my mind were crossing hers as well.
And I intended to test that theory.
Chapter 13
Wesleyand I stood in awkward silence as we stared at one another. Why it was awkward, I didn’t know. It’d been three months since the…incidents, and we’d been around each other plenty since then, but it didn’t feel likethis. It wasn’t this weird, stifling…tension.
Perhaps it was because it was just the two of us…andhewas insidemyapartment…and despite pushing it as far from my mind as possible—which, in retrospect, wasn’t far at all—it wasreallyhard at that moment to ignore the fact that he was the last guy to give me an orgasm.
Kick him out. Kick him out. Kick him out.
I watched his eyes fall away from mine as he glanced around. “Nice place ya got here…”
My brow furrowed. “Uh…thanks?”
He chuckled as he looked at me again. “Why do you seem wary?”
