Page 23 of Slow Burn

Anna’s eyes gleamed. “Probably better off that way. Last time we played, Roman had to share his favorite sex position, and it’s missionary!”

“Because it’s the easiest way to get my partner off,” Roman defended himself. “I won’t apologize for being a giver in bed.”

This was going downhill. What if he asked everyone what their favorite position was? She would have nothing to say. Georgia grabbed her purse.

“Well, you two can have fun comparing notes. Elijah, let’s go.”

She marched off to the door, hoping he didn’t follow.

Georgia had enough of Elijah for one night.

OF COURSE HE followed her.

And for a man who wasn’t known for saying too much, he was quick to talk tonight.

“What was your goal tonight?” Elijah asked as they both got comfortable and buckled their seat belts.

She turned her car on. “My goal was to find someone to go home with.”

Georgia went to turn the music up because this conversation was over, but Elijah turned the radio off.

“Then why didn’t you go out?”

“Because going out with my older brother to find someone to hook up with isn’t my idea of a good time. Now, tell me where you live. The faster I drop you off, the faster I can go home.”

“I’m on DuPont Street.”

Georgia drove in that direction, surprised by where he lived. DuPont Street was notoriously known as one of the best areas for families. For a man with commitment issues, his mailing address was contradictory.

“It’s two blocks from the station,” he reminded her as if she didn’t grow up in Landmere. “My house is number 8.”

Instead of answering him, she gave him a thumbs-up.

“Couldn’t you have asked your brother to hang back at Roman’s house?” Elijah pressed.

“Are you an only child?” It was the only explanation for his question.

He stretched his legs forward as best as he could in her Jetta. “Yeah, so what?”

Turning onto DuPont Street, she tapped on her steering wheel. “Because if you had a sibling, you would understand. He wouldn’t have stayed at Roman’s, and if I asked him, it would only add more fuel to the fire. Nash is great, but do you really think my big brother is the best wingman for me, his little sister?”

“Good point. Since Nash isn’t here, I’ll tell you not to run around town, wearing basically no clothes, to find someone to fuck.”

And like the complete immature butthead he was, he crossed his arms.

Georgia pulled up to his house and parked her car. “That’s your sage advice, to stay at home and just hope a man I find attractive knocks on my door to hook up?”

Elijah unbuckled his seat belt. “You don’t need to sleep with anyone.”

“When was the last time you slept with someone?” Georgia asked, flipping her blond hair over her shoulder.

He was quiet for a minute.

“That’s not the point,” Elijah countered without actually answering her question.

“It’s exactly the point. If I want to sleep with someone, I will. No one else has a say in it, including you.”

Elijah ran his hands through his hair. “Why are you so eager to fuck someone?”