Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Uh, honestly, I only know what West has told me.”
“No place where I could accidentally run into him again?”
“He’s coming to Annie and Jordan’s wedding. I bet you could talk to him there.”
She wrinkled her nose. “So many people.”
“I mean, I’m sure he’d be into you. What guy wouldn’t be into you?”
Eve laughed hoarsely. “You’re sweet. But plenty.”
I had doubts. If I were a little more inclined to women, I totally would date her. She was gorgeous.
“Well, that’ll have to be good enough. Thank you. Now, spill. You and Weston?”
“Okay, but don’t tell anyone, please. My brothers cannot find out.”
“My lips are sealed.”
I took a deep breath and then released it slowly before divulging the whole messy thing. From our early flirtation, him coming home from LA, the coaching session, to him fingering me in the living room. My face heated as I admitted all of it.
Eve’s eyes were wide. “I’m sorry. He got you off that easily, and you didn’t bang him?”
I laughed. “Uh, no. No, I did not.”
“He didn’t even try to push you into sex? Not even a blow job?”
“No, he proved his point and went to take a shower, as if he was utterly unaffected.”
Eve straightened. “A shower, you say?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, sweet summer child,” she said with a laugh. “Boy had to get away from you or else he was going to combust. That’s the only reason he took that shower. I refuse to believe any other explanation. No one is that righteous.”
“You think?”
She nodded emphatically. “Take it from someone who knows. He wants you, and all you have to do is let him know that you want him, too.”
“What if he doesn’t?” I asked in a small voice.
“Wipe that from your mind. There’s no room for doubt. And anyway, it’s not like you have to marry the guy.”
“That’s true.” I laughed.
She was right. For all I knew, West was going to be in LA for a lot longer than the next week or so. His job was in LA, just like Campbell’s was. How much more time was I going to have with him?
“Plus, he gave you the playbook.”
I blinked at her. “What do you mean?”
“He taught you all the things that guys like, right? He showed you how to flirt and what to talk about and how to carry on a conversation. He picked out your outfits and your drinks and made you come. He taught you seduction tactics, and the only way he knows them is because they work on him. It’s what he likes.”
“But it was just…universal information.”
“No, it was from one guy about what he knows works. He knows this because from his experience, it has worked on him.”
I rocked back in my chair. I’d never thought about it that way. He’d been teaching me how to get a guy, but specifically, it was how to get him. “Which means…I can use those tactics on him.”
Eve grinned, and it was the sharp smile that meant she’d won. “Exactly. No guy is going to say no to a girl coming on to him. You can make him crawl for you.”
14
Weston
“It’ll only be a week,” Campbell said for the tenth time since we’d gotten on the plane back to LA.
“You don’t have to convince me. Convince your wife.”
Blaire had been less than pleased that we were already going back to LA after only being in Lubbock for such a short period of time. We were supposed to have a few months off. The band would be gone for a promotional tour and then an actual international tour for the new album. I didn’t quite know where I fit in for all of it, but I’d recorded the whole damn thing, so I wasn’t backing out now.
“It’s one more song,” Campbell grumbled.
We were headed straight to the studio to practice the new song with the rest of the band. I’d had to tell Nora this morning that I was heading out. She had known all along that I was going back to LA, but even I hadn’t expected it to be this soon. It had only been a couple days since I’d gotten her off in the living room. I should have said something about it. But fuck, what could I have said?
I shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t fucking regret it. But if I was going to survive having her as my roommate, then I absolutely could not talk about it. Because talking about it would make it happen again.
I didn’t trust myself enough for it not to happen.
And if I didn’t want to end up with her bent over the kitchen counter with my cock buried inside of her, I needed to stay away. The real problem was that I did want that. I really wanted that.
When Campbell had mentioned flying into LA immediately to get this song out of his head, I’d practically jumped at the chance. Maybe some distance, however brief, would help.