Page 53 of GAF Factor

I smirked at her as I turned on my heel and headed downstairs. The smell of coffee hit me as soon as I entered the living room. I swiped my shirt off the floor, shaking it out before shoving my arms through the sleeves. As I strode into the kitchen, I did up the buttons, leaving a couple open at the top.

“Coffee?” Bowie asked.

“Thanks.”

I nodded as he handed over a cup. His eyes flicked to Riley and an awkward silence filled the room. I knew she was about to grill me, but I waited, leaning back against the counter and crossing one ankle over the other as she worked her way up to spitting it out.

“Okay, who shows up at someone’s house in the middle of the night and sleeps with some woman in the middle of the living room?”

That wasn’t exactly what happened, but I got the gist. “I was invited.”

“By Isla? I doubt that.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“Because she would have told me if she was ready to move on to you.”

I didn’t say a word, waiting to hear what else she had to say. Bowie watched us both with a grin on his face as he waited for it all to unfold.

“Aren’t you going to explain yourself?”

“I don’t have to. I’m not fucking you.”

“Is that all she is to you?”

“Not even a little.”

“So, you’re sticking around?”

“Why is that your business?”

“Because it’s going to get awfully cramped in here. I don’t want to walk through here one morning and step on your dick.”

“I’m large, but not long enough for you to step on in the hallway.”

She narrowed her eyes at me like she wanted me to prove it. I set my cup down and reached for my zipper.

“Alright, alright!” Bowie shouted, his hands up as he stepped between us. “I think we get the point!”

“I could use some proof,” Riley shrugged.

Bowie’s jaw dropped. “I’m right here.”

I smirked at her as I grabbed my cup and took a sip. “Are we done?”

“Most definitely,” Bowie answered for her.

Riley narrowed her eyes at me, then stomped out of the room. I walked over to the table and took a seat, not bothered at all when Bowie sat down with me.

“So, I guess I have to get used to you being around now.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Only because I’m friends with Kavanaugh.”

“You’ll get over it.”

He shrugged. “It’s none of my business. But I saw all the things Kavanaugh did wrong. I tried to tell him, but he’s hard-headed, just like you.”

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