Shit. Why did I get myself into this mess?
“Just open the door. Rain will come down here any minute to find out if we’re—”
The door swings open, and I swallow the rest of my words when Tria stands before me in nothing but a towel. Her wet hair is hanging down in sexy locks, letting trickles of the chlorine water ride the swells of her breasts and gather in her cleavage.
My jaw goes slack, my eyes become transfixed, and all my blood drains south.
“I really don’t give a damn if Rain comes down here. You wanted her attention, apparently. Now you have it. Glad I could play your pawn.”
Her bitter words snap me out of my trance, and I look up to meet her eyes again. My eyes narrow as I force my way into the room, trying not to enjoy the way she stumbles backwards when I get too close.
When the door shuts, her eyes look at it like she’s plotting her escape.
“I wasn’t trying to get Rain’s attention. You were pissing me off.”
Her eyebrows go up in surprise, and then she gives me the sexiest glare I’ve ever seen, even though I’m sure it is supposed to be warding me off instead of enticing me.
“I wasn’t doing a damn thing to you. I’ve stayed out of the way since we got here, just like I always do.”
I take another step forward, and she quickly takes one backward to compensate for the reduced distance, expanding it once again.
“You were talking to some douche, laughing with him, and letting him touch you.”
She stares at me for a moment—lost, I think. Then she laughs humorlessly while shaking her head and turning her back on me.
“I can’t believe this. You’ve acted like we didn’t spend a night together since you left my hotel room, and now you’re pissed because someone else is interested?”
She turns back to face me, clearly amused by the fact I’m making an ass out of myself.
“Don’t kid yourself, Tria. That prick couldn’t keep his eyes off Rain. You were just going to be the consolation prize.”
Her amusement falls, and I silently curse myself when all the life falls from her face.
Her voice is soft and tired when she finally speaks to me, her gaze on the floor now. “Go, Kode. I wasn’t planning on being his consolation prize. And I’m sure as hell not going to be yours while I’m sober.”
Yep. I’m going to strangle her. And then I’m chopping my dick off for being such a pain in the ass.
“So now you merely fucked me because you were drunk? That’s what you’re saying? Because you knew my name, and you asked me to fuck you like I hated you. And you sure as hell had no problem with begging for more each time I—”
“Are you going to recap every detail?” she groans, her face red and her eyes screwing shut as she turns away again.
“I was starting to wonder if you even remembered, since you’ve treated me as though I don’t exist.”
She laughs bitterly, keeping her back to me. My eyes start trailing down to where the towel barely covers her ass. Fortunately I haven’t had much liquor tonight, so I’m not crowding her with my hands or tongue… yet. The night is still young.
“Kode, you’ve treated me just the same. I assumed it was a mutual kiss-and-don’t-tell moment.”
I step in behind her, unable to keep looking without touching, even though I’m not the least bit drunk. My hands slide around her waist, tugging her back against me, and she shivers while trying to escape. Holding her to me tightly, I run my nose up against her hair and cheek, carelessly letting her wet hair soak my shirt. She smells like exotic fruit and chlorine. It shouldn’t be such an intoxicating medley.
“We did a hell of a lot more than kiss.”
She stops fighting, but she’s so stiff that I’m worried she might break in two if I move wrong.
“We fucked, Kode. One night. Don’t tell me you want more, because I won’t believe you.”
Her towel is the only thing stopping me from having her naked. It’s all physical. Logically I know we have zero things in common. It’s not like I want a relationship with her, but apparently my dick wants to be in charge, and Tria is all I can think about right now.
Never had this problem before.