I heldKendra’s hair as she vomited, and I realized that I would rather be here than sitting at home wondering what she was doing with Connor.
“I’m so sorry,” she said as she wiped a stray hair from her face. “I didn’t really eat dinner and then had too much wine.”
“Here,” I said, and wiped her face with a cloth I had found on the bathroom closet shelf.
“Ugh, I don’t usually expect my friends to hold my hair at the end of the night.”
Friends. She always knew when to send the dig. Boss. Friend. Wingman.
Hey, Kendra, newsflash, I don’t want to be your friend. But if that’s my only option, I’ll take it.
I averted my eyes as she changed into her pajamas right in front of me, biting back a groan. Jesus, this woman had no idea that even sick, she was fucking incredible.
It was why there were so many Connors and Tylerswaiting in the wings for her. It was why I tortured myself supervising her dates.
She pulled a twelve-inch purple vibrator out and tossed it in the middle of the bed.
“I guess it’s another night with Lucifer.”
“You named your vibratorLucifer?” I asked, barely able to contain the snort.
“Um, yeah, not only is he huge, he’s only in the mix because the rest of humanity failed. And oh my God, have I tried.”
If she fucking turned that thing on while I was here, I might fucking die.
The vomiting session clearly hadn’t removed the alcohol from her bloodstream, since she was still in a state of mind where she would flash around her sex toys. And while I would never take advantage of a woman who was so clearly shitfaced, I would be taking home plenty of spank bank material.
Kendra’s apartment was only slightly more than an efficiency. I made my way to the galley kitchen and found a glass to get her some ice water. When I found my way back to her bedroom, she was curled up in bed, facing away from the doorway.
Oh, shit. Was she crying?
“Kendra?”
She sniffed loudly and rolled towards me. “Yeah?”
She was fucking crying. And it made me want to find Connor and end him. How the fuck can such a jackass make this woman cry?
“What can I do?”
She squeezed her eyes shut tight, blinking, and thenthose powder blue eyes opened, and fuck if it wasn’t pain reflecting at me. Jesus. Who hurt you, Kendra?
“Can you just lie with me for a bit?”
“Okay.”
I crawled into her bed, and she scooted back towards me. Fuck, her ass grazed my dick. My God, I struggled not to be affected. She trusted me.
“You know, there’s a reason why I want to change the contracts.”
“I figured as much. But is it personal?” Should we be having this conversation while she’s drunk? No, but fuck if I wasn’t going to get as much information from her as possible.
“Yeah. But I’ll never have to see him again.”
Yeah, until I find out who he is and go to prison, because I single-handedly ended his ability to hurt anyone again.
She paused and then let loose.
“I never even told my sisters.”
