Swinging open the door a bit too aggressively, I have to stop myself from drooling as Holland leans against the door frame in his black V-neck and dark jeans. His dirty blonde hair is wavy, and a stray piece sits in his face.
The muscles on his biceps and forearms bulge as he stands with his arms crossed over his perfectly chiselled chest. Pull it together, Lainey.
“Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing here?” I scold, hitting him in the shoulder.
Holland chuckles lightly before stepping around me and into my room, landing on the edge of my bed.
“Nice to see you too,” he says as he leans back on his arms. I groan inwardly as I watch his muscles flex under his shirt with the movement.
Rolling my eyes, I try my best to seem cool and collected.
“You’re supposed to be at the club,” I tell him, as if he doesn’t know that.
“I got done early. Wanted to see my girl. Is that okay with you?” Swoon. Okay, ew, who am I?
“No, it’s not. I almost hit you with a lamp!”
Holland guffaws. “A lamp?”
“Yes!” I exclaim, annoyed that he’s not taking this seriously. “A lamp. I thought you were a freaking burglar or something! What is wrong with you?”
He shakes his head and continues to laugh, which only annoys me more because what the hell? I seriously could have hurt him.
“You couldn’t find anything other than a lamp?” he asks, and I think he’s being completely serious right now.
“Seriously? That’s what you got out of that?”
“No, I mean, there’s just plenty of other things you could have used. Like the pepper spray I got you last Christmas,” he explains, shrugging. Okay, I’ll be honest. I totally forgot about the pepper spray. But that’s beside the point.
“Listen, Ball Boy. Don’t just show up here unannounced. What if Ellie was home? How would you explain that?” I ask, because it’s just dawned on me that this could have ended terribly if my best friend had been home.
Holland sits up straight, watching me intently as I pace back and forth.
“I would’ve figured something out. But I knew she was at rehearsal,” he nods toward me. “Come here.”
I stop dead in my tracks at his command. He thinks he can just show up here, scare the shit out of me, and then make demands? Oh, hell no. Not happening.
“No, I’m pissed at you!” I say, and he smirks. Without warning, he grabs my wrist and tugs me to him so I’m standing in between his legs, looking down at him on my bed.
“Look at you, all fired up. It’s kind of… adorable.” His lips curve into a mischievous smile. I go to push him, but he grabs both of my wrists and holds tight. The gesture makes my stomach flip. Oh, no, Lainey. Do not get turned on by this. Not right now. You’re mad at him, remember?
My vagina doesn’t seem to get the memo, because I can already feel myself getting wet at the feeling of Hollands strong hands around my wrists.
“Shut up,” I tell him through gritted teeth. He chuckles smugly, as if he can see the effect he’s having on me, and I hate that I’m so transparent.
“Make me,” he challenges, and ugh! I want to slap his stupid, gorgeous face.
I roll my eyes, and his hand comes under my chin, grabbing me and forcing me to look at him.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, gorgeous. You know that turns me on.”
Fuck. I’m done for.
His hands snake around my back and make their way down to my ass, where he rests his hands before squeezing tightly. I supress a moan.
“Be a good girl, for once, and get on the bed,” he demands, and I think my ovaries explode. God damn.
I do as I’m told, if only for the fact that if I don’t, I think he might pick me up and throw me on the bed.
