Page 50 of Only With You

Landon may have seen my dildo not too long ago, but this is a different level of mortification. This is worse than him knowing I masturbate. He just saw me butt ass naked.

My face sears and it doesn’t take long before the heat travels down the rest of my body.

“I—” he starts, but I make a run for it.

I hide in the laundry room and switch my towel out for my robe. The day I decide to wash my clothes is the day he decides to show up.

Fuck my life.

Leaning against the door, I fan my face to cool down and bide my time. Hopefully, he’ll be gone by the time I get out of here, but why is he here to begin with? Gabby’s at work and Polly’s hanging out with someone. They didn’t tell me he was coming, unless they did and I forgot. But why would he be here if they’re not here? He never comes unless he’s with Jagger or the girls are here.

Exhaling a breath, I make sure the robe is fastened securely, grab my wet towel and hamper with clean clothes, and step out.

I’m sorely mistaken thinking he’d be gone because the Devil’s favorite child sits on the couch. His large and imposing presence takes up all of the space in the living room, sucking all the energy from it. I’m certain I saw the plants wilt.

Despite my embarrassment, I hold his stare. “What are you doing here? The girls aren’t here.”

He stares at me for a beat, his silence stretching before he clears his throat.

“I know they’re not here. I didn’t come to see them. I came for you.”

“For me? For what?” I know for what, but he’s probably fucking with me.

“I’m willing to tutor you. That is, if you still want the help.”

My heart accelerates too fast, but then it comes to an immediate stop. I narrow my eyes, waiting for the ball to drop because with Landon anything can happen.

“Why? You were so adamant you didn’t want to yesterday.”

“That’s irrelevant to you. I’m here to help you, but if you don’t need it anymore, I’ll leave.”

In a split decision, I decide not to care why he changed his mind and take his metaphorically outstretched hand.

My grip tightens on the hamper’s handles. “No, stay.”

He stretches his long legs in front of him, resting one ankle on top of his knee, and lays his arms along the top of the couch. His eyes shine with sadism, and I know whatever’s going to leave his mouth is going to piss me off.

“I’d like for you to ask me again.”

I scoff, because there’s no way he’s insinuating what I think he is. “Ask you what?”

“Ask me to tutor you and ask nicely.”

If murder were legal, I’d commit it on the spot.

My lips twist wryly and my nostrils flare. “You already saw me naked. Isn’t that enough?”

Landon’s eyes drop to my covered body. He cocks his head to the side like he’s considering something. “No. Ask me again.”

Fury spikes and quickly rushes through my veins, but I tamp down the need to punch him. Still, it doesn’t stop me from saying, “I want to fight you.”

He lifts his shoulder with nonchalance. “That seems like a personal problem and something you should work on.”

I swear I’m tempted to chuck the TV remote at this face.

“I’m not asking you to tutor me again.” I stand my ground because I’ve already done enough begging.

His eyes glisten with sadistic pleasure again. “Ask me or I’m leaving.”

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