“Can one of you find my blouse?”
He felt a hand near his ribcage.
“It seems to be trapped beneath this fine specimen of a man you have here,” Neil said.
Tyler shifted so Neil could tug the material from between their bodies. He still didn’t look up at them, but his eyes met Jordan’s. She was more than amused and he found himself grinning.It couldn’t get more embarrassing than this.
Neil handed her the blouse and turned away to give her some privacy. Tyler slowly lifted off her and stood up as she pulled it on.
“Hot damn!” Gemma shouted. “Look at you!”
Neil spun around too and both of them stared at his bare chest to the point where it felt like they were molesting him with their eyes.
“I think I just orgasmed.” Neil stated it like a fact.
So…sooo inappropriate.Tyler let out a heavy breath. “This feels like…a direct violation…of my person,” he said awkwardly. “I have to admit, it’s very uncomfortable.”
Neil stepped closer. “I wanna touch it.”
“I would prefer you didn’t.”
A finger slowly ran down his abs. Tyler cringed and mentally transported himself to a happy place. “That’s actually…more of a violation…of my person…and oddly enough it makes me feel…moreuncomfortable.”
Jordan snickered and handed him his vest. He’d never pulled on an item of clothing so fast.
Neil smiled at him, seemingly amused with his uneasiness. “So what do you say? You and me…we go down to the pub?”
Tyler’s eyebrows twitched. “Are you asking me out?”
“Yeah.”
Oh, wait. It just got more embarrassing. “Mmm…well, you seem like…a great guy, but I’m sort of with her,” he said, pointing to Jordan. “Also I have a slight aversion to penises.”
Gemma burst out laughing. “Don’t knock it ’til you try it, Tyler.”
Jordan was trying to get him to try new things, but he was pretty sure that one would never be on the list.
“He’s just teasing,” Jordan said.
“Yeah, I’m just teasing.” He deadpanned. “Unless you want to.”
Tyler still wasn’t keen on the idea and declined with a brief shake of his head.
“C’mon,” Neil coaxed. “We could have some beers, some Rohypnol—”
“Isn’t that a date-rape drug?” Tyler cut in.
“It isn’t rape if you yell surprise first.” A sick smile twisted on his face. “Surprise!”
“I can’t…I can’t explain to you the amount of panic running through me right now.”
Again, Gemma laughed.
“Stop it, Neil,” Jordan said, hitting his shoulder.
“But for realsies,” Gemma said, “Jordan’s had a rough month and we haven’t been around so we’re taking her out tomorrow night.”
“You are?” Jordan asked.
