I find his apartment and knock twice before trying the knob. “Baptist, if you’re not awake—”
I step inside and my jaw falls open.
A girl’s standing straight ahead. She’s pretty, redhead, big eyes, big lips, and very big boobs—and she’s extremely topless. I blink rapidly before turning away and covering my face. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, uh, who are you? Baptist, there’s someone here!”
“I work with him, I didn’t know he’d have a, uh, friend over, and I didn’t—”
“What have I told you about knocking, Webb?”
Baptist’s voice grabs my attention. I look right, away from the pretty topless girl who is now covering her chest with her arms, and spot him standing in the doorway to the bathroom.
Naked, dripping wet, and barely covered by a towel.
I groan. God damn it, I groan, and I hate myself for it.
Because he’s a freaking specimen.
Cut in all the right places. Muscular chest, toned arms. Tattoos snaking across his supple skin. His thighs are ripped and defined, and that delicious V works down beneath his abs, disappearing beneath the smallest fucking towel imaginable. He’s smirking, and I swear, I think he’s getting hard as he stares at me and Jessica Rabbit over there.
“Zoe told me you didn’t show up yet, and I just assumed—”
“That I was still asleep? You shouldn’t assume anything, Webb.” He walks over, leaving wet footprints on the floor, and stops beside the girl. I have to avert my gaze because, yeah, she’s still topless. He pats her ass and she giggles—seriously, a grown woman, giggling—and jerks his head to the side.
“I’ve got to work now and you’re late for class.”
“College, I really fucking hope,” I mumble but they ignore me.
“Call me later?”
“I absolutely will.”
He won’t call her.
I wait awkwardly in his expensively furnished living room until the college girl is gone. He returns dressed in sleek joggers and a tight t-shirt cut to emphasize his chest and arms. He grins at me as he leans against the wall and I glare death at him.
“You do know that we have a meeting with Cowan in an hour, right?”
“I do know that, yes.”
“And you still brought a girl home last night? What is that, the third girl this week?”
“Second. And don’t sound jealous, Webb. It’s not very attractive.”
I grind my teeth. “I’m not trying to be attractive for you, you self-centered, fucking—”
“I needed to blow off some steam,” he says as I curse him out. “That girl, she was absolutely perfect for that. Very willing to blow. Eager, almost.”
“You’re a pig.”
“I am what I am.” He sighs and leans his head back. “We’re still on with Cowan?”
I nod once sharply and rub my eyes. I feel a headache coming on. I drown it with a sip from my coffee. “One hour at his place. I’m driving. Get over to Heart and get what you need.”
“My liquid crack. How’s Zoe today?”
“Don’t you fuckingdarehit on her.”