"What the fuck do you want?" he answers.
I giggle, panic subsiding.
His brows pull into a frown. "What the fuck are you doing there?"
I watch fascinated at all the expressions that pass over his features.
"You're a fucking idiot." He pauses. "Alex? He's a super fucking idiot for following you."
He looks down at me scowling.
"Fine. Fucking hold on."
He looks at me again, his features softening. "I'm so pissed right now, but I need to hear him out. I promise it won't take more than a few minutes." He points at me. "No freshening anything. Mine."
I nod and smile. He's so hot right now. All alpha and demanding. I can't wait until he gets like that while we're naked.
He presses a hard kiss to my lips and groans as he walks away mumbling about fucking idiot friends.
I giggle and sit on the edge of the bed, pressing a hand to my nervous stomach. I've been here, right here, once before—where no other woman has been—in Derrick Pierce's bedroom.
How did I not realize I more-than-like him? Why am I just now figuring it all out?
I think—well, I'm pretty sure that he more-than-likes me, too.
