Oh, this is just beyond embarrassing now.
As if the late-night-booty-call fail wasn’t bad enough, now he was in front of her, looking sexy as hell in loose fitting track pants and a tight tee. She stood before him looking like she got hit with two bottles of Prosecco, never mind drinking them.
“How did you find me?”
“Here.” He ignored the question, offering a bottle of clear liquid and a sachet. “Mix up the powder and drink it. It'll help your hangover. Then get dressed.”
“Get dressed?” she croaked, taking in his casual attire. The cap shaded his eyes, giving him a dangerous edge that made her gut twist and her thighs clench.
A black sports cap shaded his eyes, giving him a dangerous edge.
“Firstly, because those shorts are riding too high, and secondly, you’re coming with me, back to my place.”
A skitter of nerves whirred in her stomach. He wants her.
He wasn’t just offering to take her back to his place, he demanded it.
All of a sudden a one-night stand with her hot crush looked promising.