My partner in crime waves a hand out in front of her. “Then what are you waiting for? Take control of the situation and the arrogant rookie who thinks he can skate circles around his publicist.”
As I down the rest of my cocktail, a small voice in the back of my mind is screaming that this is a mistake.
I grab my bag anyway and head for the exit.
7
. . .
Will
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I whisper the words softly enough so Candice—who’s currently lying naked in my bed—can’t hear as I yank open the refrigerator door and hang my head inside.
There are only green smoothies and meal preps for the next week in here and definitely not the answers I’m searching for. Still, the cool air is a welcome distraction from the fact that we shouldn’t have done what we just did.
At twenty-two, I’ve been with a lot of females—around fifty percent more than I’ve admitted to my mom—and not once have I regretted hooking up with any one of them.
I love sex. I love women. I …
Fuck.
“Is everything okay?”
Dressed in only her top and panties, Candice stands in the entryway that separates my living space from the hallway.
When I invited her over to my place, I had every intention of going several rounds with her. In the end, I didn’t even come once, and that was by design. Conversely, she did—because there’s no fucking way a girl is leaving my bed unsatisfied. Thesecond she finished, I was pulling on a pair of athletic shorts and making my excuses to leave the bedroom.
My forced smile falls flat, and I move toward her, setting my hands on her shoulders. The last thing I want is for any woman to think they aren’t sexy or did something wrong.
Equally, the worst thing I can say is,It’s not you; it’s me.Because no one ever believes a person when they say that, even if it’s true in this particular scenario.
I breathe out slowly and scramble for something to say right as my intercom buzzes.
“I’d better get that. The front desk doesn’t call unless it’s someone who doesn’t have the code to access my apartment.”
With a tight nod, Candice steps away from my grasp, quizzical eyes moving between mine. “Is it okay if I grab a shower?”
I walk a few paces up the hallway and open my linen closet, handing Candice two fluffy white towels. “Are these enough? If you want a bath, just help yourself. It’s huge, and it has a whirlpool feature.”
She wets her lips and moves closer, full tits pressing against my sternum. “It would be better if I had some company.”
I thumb behind me, and the buzzer rings again.
Candice drops her shoulders in frustration, and I’m wondering why the hell I feel relief more than anything else. Jumping into a whirlpool bath with a hot girl is always at the top of my agenda.
Saying nothing, I move down the hallway and toward my intercom, the soft sound of the bathroom door clicking shut in the distance.
“Yeah, sorry,” I say as soon as I press the button by my front door. “I just had to throw on some clothes.”
“Um … okay.”
“Drew?”
There’s a long pause, filled with nothing but cringe.
“I have clothes on now, just to confirm.”
“That’s … really great to know, William.” Drew sounds about as pained as I feel. “In case you haven’t already figured it out, I’m downstairs in the lobby. The front desk wanted to make sure it was okay with you for me to come up.”
