18
Gigi
“Is that my head or the door?” Beau grumbled into my hair. He’d been spooning me the entire night.
Well, when he wasn’t doing other things to me.
I tried to open my eyes, but they were glued shut. “Hmm—” I attempted to speak, but my lips were also stuck together. “It’s probably just Trey. Ignore him,” I managed to get out.
“Move your ass further back, baby,” Beau asked, his lips at my neck as he pulled me into his body. I sighed while he licked and kissed from jawline to my shoulder.
My whole body shivered when I felt his hand cup my breast. “I thought your head was pounding?” I moaned, his fingers now playing with my tight nipple.
“Something else is pounding now,” he said, letting his hand slip down between my legs. “Open your legs for me, baby.” Of course, I did exactly as he asked, feeling a sudden rush of moisture pool there now.
Three distinct bangs came from the front door.
Trey was probably worried about why I wasn’t answering the door. “Darn it, I should go answer it. He’s probably wondering where I am.”
Beau huffed and plopped onto his back with force. “Ow,” he said, reaching both hands to hold onto his head. “Fine, answer it but bring the ibuprofen when you come back.”
I let out a small laugh.
Just a small one because my head wasn’t feeling much better.
After I quickly found a stray shirt and shorts, I rushed to the door and opened it. “Sorry, I—” was all I got out before I realized it hadn’t been Trey knocking all this time.
“We need to talk, Gigi,” Sienna said, barging passed me in her bright, white pant suit. Seriously, who wears that kind of an outfit before seven in the morning?
She ripped off her glasses and shook her long curls behind her. I bet she had to get up at four o’clock in the morning to look this put together.
“Do we really? It’s early. Would you mind coming back later?” Like when I was gone to the rink, maybe. My brain started to throb even harder when she decided to sit down on the couch. Beau’s shirt was flung over the back of it, but I don’t think she’d noticed it yet.
The same Beau that she’d asked me to stay away from.
The same Beau who was naked in my bed at this very moment.
Crap.
I needed to get her out of here.
Now.
“We need to talk, Gigi. Again. I asked you to stop things between you and Beau. And what do I see on social media this morning?” She shook her head at me with her mouth open.
“I don’t know, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”
“You and Beau kissing in a restaurant?”
My heart fell to my stomach.
My stomach fell to the floor.
Double crap.
“You know how social media is,” I said, trying to shake it off. “They take a photo and make it look like more.” I let out a puff of air like it was no big deal.
She looked down her nose at me—which should be impossible considering I was standing up. But looking down at people seemed to be Sienna’s speciality, so she pulled it off. “You’re telling me that someone faked a video of you and Beau making out in an expensive restaurant last night.”