“As tempting as all of this sounds, I don’t have any desire to be just another notch on your bedpost. I imagine that’s pretty fullby now. Did you have to move to the bedside table legs? Or the dresser? Thanks though.”
I walk back to my room, but he calls after me. “Based on the drought you’re in, I’d say I could really help the tension you have built up.”
“You’re really paying attention to my sex life?”
I turn and stare at him in the doorway, surprised he’s already in the hallway and close enough to kiss me. God, I want him to kiss me.
“That’s kind of creepy,” I say, hoping he doesn’t notice the shiver as I stare into his green eyes.
“You pay attention to mine.”
This makes me laugh. “Like I have a choice otherwise. The women you bring home could be B-list actresses in indie horror films with the way they scream.”
Decker hovers over me, and I can smell his cologne. There’s no scent of a female or sex on him, and I wonder if he sprayed himself before coming out of his room.
“It’s hard not to notice that the only action you’ve gotten comes from a little device that requires batteries while I’m fucking my dates.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“An asshole who just offered you a drink of water to quench that thirst you have from the drought. Trust me, I can help you in so many ways, Holly.”
I bet he could—in all the ways—but I know better than to get involved with him. Not only is he my brother’s best friend and roommate, he’s also the most notorious playboy I’ve ever met. The number of women he’s fucked exceeds the number of apartments in our six-story complex. And that’s just since I moved in six months ago. The real number’s likely much higher.
“Yeah, I’ll get back to you on that,” I say and shut the door.
His laugher from the other side makes my knees shake as I ache with unrelieved desire. I hate how badly I want to run into his room and strip this shirt off before begging him to lick me with that pierced tongue I’ve dreamed about since the day he got it pierced. His eighteenth birthday.
My phone chimes, and I walk over to look at it. Smiling, I shake my head. Maybe I won’t need Decker after all. My email shows I’ve been approved as a beta tester for Fairy Tale: The Pick Your HEA dating app.
I’ll get my happily ever after without his help in that department. I just know it. I can feel it.
Look At This!
“Mona!” I call and all but bounce on my feet outside of her cubicle.
I know I look deranged and far too excited for eight in the morning, but I don’t care. My excitement to show her this app kept me up most of the weekend, and I don’t feel the need to caffeinate right now.
It’s big.
“I woke up late and haven’t had coffee yet. You’re too damn cheery for a Monday morning. Go away,” Mona groans.
“But—”
“Come back in fifteen minutes. I mean it, Holly. I’m about thirty seconds from duct taping you to your chair.”
I really should’ve seen this coming. Her dark hair is piled in a messy knot on the top of her head, and it’s obvious she didn’t do much more than splash water on her face. Her dark eyes are as sultry as ever, but I suspect the smoky eyeliner is just left over from the night before.
Holding out my phone, I ignore her order. “Guess who’s getting her fairy tale after all?”
“What the fuck is that?” she asks, sighing. “Please tell me you’re not doing some weird internet role-playing thing. That’s going to get really creepy really fast.”
She pushes past me and walks towards the break room, and I follow her, barely able to contain my giddiness. And rub it in her face a little bit. “I applied—”
“Who took the last cup of coffee and didn’t start a new pot?” Mona hollers. “I swear, I’m going to kill someone today.”
“I’ll make a new pot,” I say, pushing her aside to get this conversation moving and back to what I was saying. “I applied—”
“Did you take the last of the coffee? Because you look like you downed an entire pot.”
