Page 30 of Wardrobe Malfunction

I swivel at the sound of Vaughn’s voice behind me.

He’s standing in the doorway of what I’m guessing is the bedroom. His hair is wet from the shower. He’s wearing black trackpants and a fitted tank. He looks amazing.

Turns out, my attraction for him is still there—pin in ball sack aside.

He walks toward me. Eyes set on mine. My heart stutters.

He stops a foot away. “We need to stop meeting like this, Pins.” His voice is low, throaty. It does funny things to me. “People will start talking.”

“Hello, Mr. West. And please don’t call me that.”

“Vaughn. And don’t call you what?”

“Pins.”

“Why not? I think it’s cute. And apt. Don’t you, Alex?” His head tips to the side as he casts a glance at Alex.

“Leave me out of this.” Alex chuckles from behind me.

Vaughn’s eyes come back to mine, and a smile graces his lips.

Damn, he looks good when he smiles.

“It’s not apt. It’s…insulting,” I state calmly. “And a little annoying.”

“It annoys you? Oh. Well then, of course, I’ll stop calling you it.”

“Thank you,” I exhale, relieved.

“No problem, Pins.”

Argh!

Deep breaths, Charly. He’s just doing it to wind you up. Don’t react.

“Right. I’m heading to my room—unless you need me to stay?”

I sense Alex move, but I can’t see what he’s doing because Vaughn and I are currently locked in a staring battle.

“Nah, you’re good to go,” Vaughn answers him, eyes still on me.

Don’t blink, Charly.

“Unless Pins plans on giving me another injury. Then, I might need you to stay. I know how lethal she can be. I have the hole in my ball to prove it.”

And I blink.

Mother-trucker!

He smiles a winning smile.

The hot jerk.

I grit my teeth and breathe out through my nose. Then, I fix a sickly sweet smile on my face. “I wasn’t planning on puncturing any more of your tiny body parts. But the night’s still young, so…maybe.” I lift my shoulder, causing my sweater to slip a little further. I see his eyes go to it and then back to my eyes.

“Tiny? Ha! You crack me up. Oh, and, Pins, the cock warmer you made me—extra-large, you said? Yeah, it doesn’t fit.”

“Too big?”