Page 9 of Taming Drew

“Wh-What?”

He looks like I asked him to run naked across the football field during a game. Serves him right to be startled by a comment. “Urinate? Do you need to urinate before we put you to bed?”

“I, um.”

“Come on, I saw your sex tape from college. I mean everyone saw it. You need help, and that’s what I’m here for. So, do you need to pee?”

Drew grits his teeth. “I can do it.”

“And if you fall and crack your head open, everyone will be pissed at me. No. Nope. I’ll help you.”Besides, I’m enjoying making you uncomfortable.

He motions for me to walk with him down the hall and into the bathroom. He stares at me through the reflection in the mirror. “I can do this.”

“Just agree.” I unbutton his shorts and let them fall to the floor as I bend down. I can’t believe I’m this close to Drew King’s cock.“Step out of your shorts.”

He picks up his feet while holding onto me. “This is embarrassing.”

I shake my head as I pick them up and toss them into the hamper.Like it’s what I thought I’d be doing today.“Why? It’s not like I’ve never seen it before.”

“Okay. Yes. I made a stupid sex tape, but I didn’t expect people to see it, and it’s weird that you’re going to see me naked, this close without, you know?”

“It’s fine.” I turn him to face the open toilet. “Do you…?”

“Please don’t offer to hold it. That’s not the way I want you holding my cock.”

This serves him right for being such a bad guy in high school. I wish I was the kind of gal that would take out her phone and video this brief exchange. Let’s see how he’d feel having his embarrassment shared with others.I glance around the bathroom, keeping my eyes level. “Let me know when you’re done.” The bathroom looks stark and white, like a decorator ran out of ideas. It’s clean and everything has a place.

“I’m done.” He struggles to keep his balance. “My room is to the left when we walk out.”

“Great.” I put my shoulder back into his armpit and wrap my arm around him.Damn, he’s even taller than he was in high school.“What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t care. There are menus on the fridge. They’ll deliver to the front desk and someone will bring the order up.”

“How do you pay for it, then?”

“My payment is on file. You just have to place the order and answer the door.”

Life of the rich and privileged, table for one.“Marvelous. Let’s get you settled, and I’ll place the order. Where would I find Tylenol?”

“I should have some in my bathroom.”

We walk through the door into a large master suite. A huge abstract blue, gray, and yellow painting adorns the wall above the bed. It looks like someone threw paint on the canvas and rolled in it, using their arms and feet to make shapes. Someone painted the room a slate gray that reminds me of a cold, snowy evening.There’s no fireplace, so that scene doesn’t work.

I turn my head and catch his eyes.Okay, I was distracted.I help him sit on the side of the king bed. I flick my fingers at the dozen pillows stacked along the head of the bed. “Someone likes pillows.” I snicker.Never imagined a manly man like you would have fluffy pillows placed along the top of the bed.

“My decorator bought them. This is the first time I’ve lived alone, and some guys recommended her.”

“Yeah, sure.” I giggle. “At least you don’t have a teddy bear prominently displayed in the middle.” I move my fingers to unbutton his shirt.

His lips shift up in a slow smile. “Usually, dinner happens before a woman undresses me.”

“Now I know that’s a lie. The models you fuck don’t eat.”Ooh. Chloe. That was rude. He brings out the worst in me.

“Wow. You swear and throw insults like a guy.”

“And I look like one too, right? You’re so predictable.” I pull the shirt off a little harder than I planned and toss it onto the end of the bed. “Swing your legs up and get into the bed. I’ll order food and bring it to you when it gets here.” I grab his phone off the bed where he set it down, powering it down, I set it on the bedside stand. “And no phone.”

He moves to grab the phone and misses, so I snag it and hold it above him.

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