A little smile tugged at my lips as I pulled on my matching pink silk pajama set, brushed out my hair, then made my way out of the bathroom.
Layna was already on the couch in the bruise-purple pajamas I left out for her, with a coffee mug in her hand.
“There you are. Pizza should be here any minute. I made an executive decision and ordered half plain and half mushroom and onion.”
“Sounds good,” I said, moving to sit down next to her.
“Perish is kind of hot, isn’t he?” she asked.
I bit back a groan.
I should have known she wasn’t going to let it slide. She wasn’t the type.
“I guess. If you’re into that kind of guy.”
“That kind of guy?”
“You know, like, big and muscular.”
I said that part because she knew that it hadn’t ever been my type in the past. For better or worse, my exes were all of the beach bum variety: tan, with sun-bleached hair, and lean swimmer’s builds from all the surfing.
Layna’s gaze studied my profile for a long second.
“I mean, sometimes the best sex happens with guys who aren’t your type. I used to pal around with this girl in Vegas who swore that skinny gamer guys fucked like gods.”
Thankfully, I was saved from that conversation by the buzzer.
After that, eating also made it hard for Layna to keep throwing pointed questions at me.
Eventually, while watching a movie, I passed out hard, curled up on the couch.
And I dreamed about Perish.
Only to wake up alone and bone-achingly disappointed.
I knew it was for the best that it hadn’t gone any further.
For both of us.
But especially for Perish, who would lose his job and his home if anyone found out he’d broken the rules.
It wasn’t worth it.
I knew that logically.
But try telling my body that.
And in just a couple of days, I was going to be at the clubhouse, trying to act like I wasn’t remembering the feel of him between my legs.
Great.
That was just great.
CHAPTER TEN
Perish
“What’s with all the lumbering around?” Croft asked.
