The muscles in my body tense as I look between the two of them. Brody is glaring at Nick; Nick looks annoyed.
“Watch it,” Brody snaps.
“You’re the one who bumped into me, pal. You have too much to drink?” He nods at the red solo cup in Brody’s hand. “Too many white wine spritzers?”
I burst out laughing.
Brody’s face turns red. “Just watch where you’re going.”
His hard gaze lands on me, and I tense even more.
“Good thing we’re not going far,” Nick says, pulling Brody’s attention back to him. “Just to that bedroom over there to have some alone time with my girl, if you know what I mean.”
Nick’s trademark cocky smile dances across his lips as he looks at Brody, whose face is so red that he looks like he’s on the verge of blowing a gasket.
“Enjoy the rest of your night,” Nick says before leading me to the bedroom just a few feet from where Brody is standing.
As we walk past him, I feel his gaze on me, even though I’m not looking at him. Despite how uncomfortable it is, I feel a small burst of pride inside of me. Brody is so mad, and it’ssosatisfying to see.
“What a prick,” Nick mutters.
He leads me into the bedroom and shuts the door behind him. The second it closes, my nerves kick up.
I fiddle with the sleeve of my dress and glance around the room. “So, um, should we sit down?” I say, my voice quiet. I can hear the conversations and music through the walls, so I don’t want Brody to hear us talking through this.
I sit on the edge of the bed, then instantly stand back up. “Wait, that’s probably way too intimate, isn’t it? Sitting on an actual bed while we pretend to fool around and…”
I trail off as Nick walks over to me, that easy grin playing on his lips. He sits down on the edge of the bed, then takes my hand and guides me to sit down next to him.
“Sitting on the bed is good,” he says, his voice quiet too.
“You sure?”
He nods.
I take a breath and fold my hands in my lap. “Now what do we do?”
“Now we make a lot of noise.” Still grinning, he looks at the door. “Oh, fuck, baby. You’re wearing my favorite bra. God, that’s hot,” he says loudly.
My eyes go wide, and my cheeks burst into flame once more.
“Look at those gorgeous tits.” He groans through that cocky smile.
I stare at him. “Seriously?” I whisper.
Nick reaches up and stretches his arm, that annoying handsome smirk still on his face. “We need to make this believable, Poppy,” he whispers. “And if you were really my girlfriend, you’d wear hot lingerie for me.”
I roll my eyes and fight a smile. Intrigue sparks inside of me, though…I didn’t know that he likes women to wear lingerie for him.
“Take it off slowly for me, baby. Real slow,” Nick says loud enough for whoever’s on the other side of the door to hear. “Oh fuck, you’re so sexy. Now take off your panties.”
I swallow hard at how different his voice sounds now. His tone is low and rough, on the edge of pleading.
There’s a flicker of heat that ignites in my chest. It glides down my stomach, through my lower abdomen, settling between my legs.
He holds my gaze as his smile turns wicked. “Now hop on my cock and ride me like a good girl.”
My clit throbs.Oh. Is this how he sounds when he’s actually having sex?
