Jordan’s question was far too layered to answer simply. Rubbing my lips together, I shrugged in defeat. “I don’t know, Jordan. With what, exactly?”
She blinked, her face tightening with frustration, and her displeasure brought me a flash of happiness. I wanted to annoy her, irritate her, the way she’d done to me the last few months. Sure, she had no idea I had feelings for her, but maybe I was looking for a fight. Verbally sparring with her was highly entertaining.
She ran a hand through her dark hair and then replied, “You should answeryes, implicitly.”
“Yeah, but I don’t trust you with everything.”
“Why?” A line formed between her eyebrows, the cute indent truly showcasing her annoyance. A part of me wanted to run my finger over it to smooth it out.
“Because—”
“You know what? I don’t care.” She waved her hand in the air. “My job as your best friend is to help you when you need it. You want a distraction, yes?”
I nodded, my mind racing to predict what she’d come upwith. This girl could suggest throwing knives at each other, stripping, or getting ice cream. There was no telling what her plan would be. I did need a distraction. It was like everything warped in my mind: my future, my parents, our family,Jordan.
“We’re playing the most epic game ofoddsever.” She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at me. “We can hang at the hotel bar and lounge area. Oh! This will be so much fun. We could get a group of the guys playing too. A whole team of guys daring would be so much fun.”
“I don’t want to drink, Jordan.” I blew out a breath, the tension in my back growing at the thought of her doing dares with the guys. If they asked her to flash them, she would. They could dare her to kiss a stranger, and she wouldn’t think twice about it. I didn’t want to deal with that shit tonight. “You go. Start the game. The team will have fun with you.”
“You don’t want to hang out with me?”
I met her gaze. There was a slight lilt to her voice, the only tell that she was feeling some kinda way. Her teeth came down on her full bottom lip before she brought a hand up to her throat.
“Wait, Preston,” she said, the worry more evident in her voice. “I can find somewhere else to stay. I’m sorry I assumed… fuck. I messed up the reservations, and that’s not fair to you. I can go somewhere else. I’ll have to go to another hotel since this place is sold out, but that’s fine. Totally. Yeah.” She swallowed as she pulled out her phone, her fingers swiping over it frantically.
“You’re not doing that.” I closed the distance between us and took her phone from her, tossing it onto the bed. She frowned up at me, and the almost foot height difference between us had her face at my chest. She smelled like flowers and spice, and in another world, I’d kiss her senseless and spend the night worshipping her. It would never happen though, and I forced the fantasy to the back of my mind.Instead, I placed my hands on her shoulders. “It’s easier to be grumpy alone, that’s all.”
“But it’s my job to help you ungrumpy yourself.” She placed her hands on top of mine, squeezing as worry crossed her face. “We can stay up here if you want or go to the lounge. Or go swimming. Oh, would a hot tub visit help you relax?”
She moved her hands to my biceps, then forearms. “Preston, honey, you’re so tense. What if we did a little time in the hot tub?”
“I don’t hate the idea,” I mumbled, still determined to be sad and mad. “I don’t think I brought a suit.”
“Who cares? Wear shorts. I don’t have a suit either, but I’ll figure it out.” She laughed before standing on her tiptoes and kissing me on the cheek. “The warm water will wiggle the bad attitude out of you, I guarantee it.”
Ten minutes later, Jordan and I made our way to the tenth floor where the pool and hot tub were. It closed in an hour, and no one was up there. My skin prickled with anticipation, my gut doing this annoying swooping thing thinking about Jordan and what she’d wear.
She doesn’t have a suit.
I couldn’t stop picturing it. I’d seen her almost naked a thousand times. Bikinis and strip poker and wearing a towel after a shower. She was open about nudity, but tonight it felt different.
“Ah, here we go.” She pushed the door open and marched toward the hot tub. “Perfect location. No one is here either.”
We’re alone.I followed her, like I always would, and tensed as she removed the sweatshirt she wore.
Instead of a swimming suit, she wore a tank top thing—a white one—and a black thong. Goddamn. Her long black hair hung down her back, and the thin piece of string disappeared between her ass and holy shit. Her ass was perfection. I wanted to grip her cheeks and bite into them until she screamed inpleasure. My mouth legit watered from staring at her ass, and she caught me.
“Like what ya see, Preston?” she grinned, stepping backward into the hot tub. She was waist-deep, and something wild crossed her face. “Are you feeling reckless tonight?”
I couldn’t speak. My throat closed up with a desperate need for her. She was so fucking hot it was unreal. Seriously. I had no idea how I was ever just friends with this bombshell. I stood there at the edge of the hot tub like a dork as Jordan wiggled in the water and then held up the black piece of fabric.
“I’m feeling a little wild tonight. Care to join me?” She set the thong on the side of the hot tub and then removed her tank top, setting it right next to the material. The way she sat, I couldn’t get a clear glimpse of her nipples, but her tits were right under the bubbly water.
“Jordan.” My voice was husky and cracked. “Someone could see you.”
“Nah.” She waved her hand and twisted to look at the door, and the movement caused her nipple to tease the top of the water.
One more inch. One more please, dear god.
