She lets out a laugh, and I push the third finger down.
“Three. I’m a lot of fun, and you look like you could use some fun.”
She rolls her eyes. I move the last finger down, and her hand falls to her side. Her lips part ever so slightly.
“And four, I’m also a little drunk, and I feel really bad about the whole ordeal, so I won’t charge you rent. What do you say, roomie?”
She bites her lip, and I watch as her throat bobs up and down. I can see the wheels turning in her head. Is she actually considering living with me?
“I don’t know,” she says, hesitantly.
“Come on. Give me a chance.” I give her the look that’s gotten me my way with her all night, but this time I push my bottom lip out a little bit more than before. “Please.”
“Fuck,” she grits out. “Fine.” She takes a step back, and crosses her arms.
“Fine?”
“Yes, fine. But it’s only until I find somewhere else to live, and I’m paying you something. I don’t want your pity money.”
“We can work out the details later. It’s a deal then.” I smirk and put out my hand to shake hers. The minute her skin touches mine, electricity pulses through my veins.
“Hey, Frank,” I yell. “How about another round on me. We need to celebrate.”
I can’t believe I get to live with my dream girl.
CHAPTER 10: THE RED SUITS YOU
Dolly, my cat, kneads her paws into my back, causing me to stir. I open my right eye and wince as the sun streaming through the window hits me smack in the face.
“Dolly,” I whine, stretching and flipping over. “Some of us drank too much last night and want to sleep.”
Rubbing my hands over my eyes, I attempt to shake off my hangover and think through my evening. Bits and pieces of my night are blurry, but I’m slowly piecing it all together when it hits me.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. I agreed to live with Tanner last night.
I jolt up in bed at the thought, making my head spin a little and startling Dolly.
What was I thinking?
I wasn’t. I was drunk, and he said something about it being free, and dammit free sounded good, and then…did he order shots? Given the way my head feels, I’d say there were definitely shots.
Moving slowly, I crawl out of bed to get ready for breakfast with the girls.
Shit, did I drive home?
I peek out my blinds and don’t see my car parked in my usual spot. Did Poppy pick me up? I grab my phone and scroll through my texts. The last text I have from any of my friends was Poppy’s offer to pick me up if I needed, so I guess that’s a no. I click on Gray’s name.
Any chance you could come pick me up and then take me to get my car at The Local after we eat?
Gray:
Oh no! Did you get sad drunk last night by yourself? I feel bad I didn’t come.
I wasn’t alone. Can you help me?
Gray:
YOU WEREN’T ALONE?!?!?!
