“It’s not going to happen.”
“Oh really?”
She took off her black panties and hopped up on the sink, spreading her legs. She began to touch herself. “I think you do want to fuck me, Lucas. I can see that you do.”
Damn it, I was getting hard.
I couldn’t help it.
There was gorgeous woman, naked and begging me to shag her.
“I want your cock, Lucas. I want it now.” She hooked her finger through my belt loops and tugged me forward.
“We’ll make it quick. Promise,” she whispered, unzipping my pants and slithering her hand inside to cup my junk.
I grabbed her hand and yanked it off my dick. “Get dressed. Stop humiliating yourself,” I hissed. I bent down and picked up her clothes and shoved them at her.
Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widened in shock. Then it faded to anger. “Is this about that woman you were waiting for? The one from the dressing room?” she demanded.
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw how you looked at her. But don’t you dare go around pretending you’re some sort of decent guy. Everyone knows what kind of person you are, Lucas Bradley. And eventually that woman will too.” She hopped down off the sink and quickly put her panties and bra back on.
“I know I’m not a nice guy. I don’t pretend to be. But you’re a bitch, Marla. And even worse you have a good guy who worships you yet here are trying to fuck his friend. Don’t go around casting stones, love. Your glass house will shatter around you,” I sneered.
“You’re an asshole, Lucas.” She zipped up her dress and smoothed down her hair.
“Better that than the nasty piece of work you are, Marla.”
She gave me a cold smile. “Don’t cross me, Lucas. You’ll be sorry that you did.” She opened the door and paused. “Oh hi, Nolan.” She closed the door behind her and I was stuck.
Fucking hell, Nolan Dubois was out there. And I knew exactly what it would look like when I followed Marla out of the bathroom.
I’d be damned if I’d hide in there all night. I refastened my belt and walked out into the hallway.
Nolan stood there, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, clearly enjoying what he thinks he witnessed.
“You were in there for a while,” he noted, looking after Marla who was heading down the stairs.
“Nothing happened.” Saying that definitely made it sound as if something had.
Frenchie grinned, as if he were in on a secret.
“I’m not saying anything did.” Nolan walked past me and into the bathroom. “I hope you wiped everything down when you were done.”
He closed the door before I could say anything else.
Just great.
Do I say something to Craig before Nolan does? Do I leave it alone?
This was chick shit. I didn’t have time for the drama.
So I pulled my keys out of my pocket and got the hell out of there.
I got on the road and headed towards home.
And then I was turning towards town. And before I knew it I had parked just down the street from Morgan’s flat.
