Page 59 of Dirty Temptation

MOLLY

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When I wake from my nap, Payton is lying on the other side of my bed staring at me and it gives me fright.

“Dude. That’s kind of creepy.” I giggle, the wine still in my system. But I’m dehydrated. “Water. I need water.”

She rolls over and hands me a glass that’s sitting on the nightstand.

“So...” She grins as if she has an announcement.

I try to sit up but flop back down.

“What’s going on? You’re getting married tomorrow and pregnant. Unless you won the lottery which technically, you already have.” I wave around at the house. “Then I’m out of guesses.”

Payton props up on her elbow. “Not me. You. You KISSED Atlas.”

Oh.

That.

Shit.

“Notkissedkissed him. It was just a drunken mistake done in response to winning. I could have kissed Levi.” I argue poorly.

We both know I wouldn’t have.

“But. You. Didn’t,” she says slowly.

I sip the water.

Slowly.

“Fine. You caught me. We are having a double wedding tomorrow. Help me get a dress.” I attempt to steer her off course with my poor humor.

She scrambles up in a sitting position and crosses her legs.

“But do you like him?” Payton asks.

As a man he’s infuriating. As a lover, he’s sexually talented and does things with his tongue I could never tell another soul about.

Do I like him?

My body likes him.

But he’s from a different world and I’ve watched him on his phone sneaking around making calls and sending messages.

It’s obvious he’s nervous.

Is it because he is seeing someone and feeling guilty about sleeping with me?

He should.

The only reason I haven’t said anything is because Atlas thinks Greg is in my life and...well I don’t want him to think he’s not.

Greg is my excuse, if I need an out fast.

Not that it’s deterred him so far.

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