“We’ve got pizza, Chinese, Mexican—” Solo looked up and waggled his brows at the mention of our first sort-of date where food ended upnotbeing on the menu. “Hmm, maybe too soon for that. What about Thai?”
My stomach rumbled. “Oh God, I’d kill for some red curry.”
“Red curry it is.” As he placed the order on his phone, I took advantage of his attention being elsewhere to look over him. I may have looked like a mess and in desperate need of a shower, but Solo looked even more gorgeous than ever. His hair was styled today, just a little bit of a spike at the front, and he wore the small hoops he favored on his days off. He was a sexy package, one I’d want more of if my body would cooperate, but that was strictly off-limits for a few more days at least, according to the doctor. I’d work with a physical therapist soon, and they’d be able to assess how fast or slow I was progressing, and considering I needed the all-clear for any chance of continuing the NAFTA program, I planned to push myself.
But for today, I was content to sit on this bed and not do a damn thing.
“Done.” Solo set his phone on the dresser and then leaned back on it. “You tired or up for something?”
“Both? Depends on what you mean by ‘up for.’”
“Look at you, you little flirt. Trying to break the rules, are we?”
I laughed and shook my head. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”
“So you’re saying you’renotthinking of me naked…”
“Solo—”
“Can’t blame you if you were. I mean, if it helps, I’ll lose the pants. Shirt or pants? Your choice.”
As he reached for the bottom of his shirt, I held my hand out. “Don’t you fucking dare get naked right now. You’re supposed to be here to help me, not torture me.”
He lifted his shirt a little higher so I could see a sliver of his tanned abs. “This isn’t helping?”
“No.” I groaned, and Solo laughed, dropping his hands.
“Well, I guess I can keep my clothes on. For now. Wouldn’t want the delivery person to get an eyeful of this and poison your food out of jealousy.”
I stared at Solo and could only shake my head. “Has anyone ever told you you’re ridiculous?”
“Eh, only several times a day. Why?”
“Just making sure. It’d be a shame if you didn’t realize how entertaining you are sometimes.”
“Oh, I see what’s happening here. This is where you tell me you really did enjoy my sky penis. It’s okay, you can admit it. Just the two of us here.”
I rolled my eyes. “You need a new story. That one’s getting old.”
“Is that a dare? A challenge? Because you know me, I’m always up for a challenge.”
“You’re always up for anything.”
Solo eyed me for a second and then pursed his full, pouty lips. Lips that had kissed and sucked every naked inch of me just a few days ago.
“See, now that I’d have to disagree with. These days, there’s only one thing I get up for…”
When I made no move to stop him or urge him to continue, Solo ran his eyes over me, and it was like flames licking over my skin.
“Shame he’s not able to enjoy it just now, though.”
I swallowed and shifted on the bed, because hell, if Solo’s mission was to distract me from my pounding head, he’d succeeded. Now I just had an insistent throb between my thighs.
“You okay over there? Not feeling any pain, are you?”
His smug smirk told me that Solo knew exactly what afflicted me, and that the only pain involved was the ache in my balls.
“You’re evil, you know that, right?”
