“Yep,” she squeaks, refusing to look at me. “Fine.”
Well, shit. She heard me.
My lips twitch, and I have to fight back the urge to grin. Part of me wants to see how red she’d get if I told her exactly what I was thinking about in there. The part that’s not a total asshole shuts that thought down fast.
“Made you some coffee,” she says, finally lifting her head. “Oh.”
Her eyes rake across my bare chest. “I—” she clears her throat. “I wasn’t sure how you take it, so...”
“Black’s fine.” I stroll over and take the mug, our fingers brushing.
Her breath catches. “I, uh—” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “I cleared a space for you over there.” She points to the spot on the floor right next to her bed where she’s made a pallet out of a fuzzy pink blanket and a satin pillow. “It’s not much, sorry.”
I wave off the apology. “It’s fine, babe. Thanks.”
She nods, then hurries past me to the bathroom, closing the door with a soft click.
I walk over and carefully drop down on the makeshift bed, sipping the coffee.
It's good. Strong.
Setting the cup on the nightstand, I lie back on the pillow. A fresh wave of vanilla and coconut hits my nose, and I have to adjust my jeans, willing my dick to behave.
Fuck my life.
This is going to be a long fucking night.
Chapter Six
June
Opening the door with my chin up and my chest out, I pad barefoot towards the bed.
Journey glances up from his spot on the floor, and his eyes flare. Slowly, his heated gaze sweeps over one bare shoulder, where the tee hangs loose, and lingers where the hem rests on my upper thighs.
I can feel my cheeks heating. I probably should have put more thought into the pajamas I grabbed, but in my defense, I’m not used to having men here. Okay, that’s a lie. I totally adjusted the shoulder before I came out. Sue me. I want him to think I’m sexy, and don’t lie to yourself. You know you’d be doing the same thing. He’s Johnny Wright for crying out loud. Every woman in Odin with a heartbeat and working lady parts knows his reputation.
Fully committed to the game I’m playing here, I step over him, and put a knee to the bed.
Journey groans, and I feel my cheeks get even warmer. “Warn a man next time, princess.”
“What?” I ask innocently, immediately pulling the covers up to my neck like I’m in some 1950s sitcom. Don’t judge me. I know the game I’m playing, but it doesn’t mean I actually have experience.
“You’re wearing a thong.”
My face goes hot. “Sorry, I’m not used to having men in my apartment.”
I close my eyes, feeling like an idiot. Seriously? Why did I tell him that? Way to be a loser, June.
He chuckles, and the sound rumbles through the quiet room. “Good to know.”
I frown at the ceiling. What does that mean? Why is that good to know? Is there some sort of hidden meaning there? Is he making fun of me?
“Go to sleep, June,” he says, his voice softer now. “It’s been a long day.”
I’m not sure what I was hoping to achieve, but him telling me to go to sleep like a child wasn’t it.
Cheeks flaming, I reach over and cut off the light.
