“Nothin’,” she said, and the way she said it—the tone of her voice—made me think something was up.
I plunked down beside her and moved so I could see what book she was reading.
What?
Unless I was wrong—which I wasn’t—she had book 8 of the series I was just reading.
But she had the paperback.
I opened my mouth to ask how she’d gotten a paperback copy so quickly.
Then, I quickly shut it.
“Another one of your romance books?” I asked as casually as I could.
What I really wanted to do was rip it out of her hands, run to the bedroom, and finish reading it there.
Maybe I could sneak into her bedroom after she was asleep and steal it.
Again, she smirked at me.
“Yeah,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “one of my romance novels.”
I stared at her for a second and tried to figure out her mysterious attitude.
Her blonde hair fell down her shoulders in long waves.
Her beautiful, makeup free face shined in the candlelight.
Those plump, pink lips called to me. “Kiss me, Trey,” they said, causing a deeper yearning down deep in my soul.
Oh, Christ.
I really needed to knock it off with the romance books.
“What’s up with you?” I asked as I stared at her longer for clues.
“I bought you something.” Her smile turned into a huge grin.
“You don’t need to buy me anything.” And she didn’t.
But, that didn’t mean I wasn’t curious as hell to know what she’d bought.
Lexi reached over to the coffee table, and—I swear to you, I couldn’t help it—I watched the round curve of her ass the entire time.
When she sat back, she looked like she’d eaten a canary. “Here,” she said and handed me a white, bubble mailer.
I couldn’t remember the last time someone bought me something.
I mean, when it wasn’t my birthday.
Or Christmas.
I tore into the package, feeling maybe a bit more excited than I should.
“Oh.” I pulled out a Jane Jefferies book.
Book 8, to be exact.