Page 56 of Dirty Player

“I’m fine, Levi. Natalie is giving me a ride back to my car. She’s waiting for me.”

I grit my teeth.

“Message her and. Get. In. The. Car.”

She plants her hands on her hips. “Why should I?”

Well, I can give her a handful of reasons, starting with orgasm and ending in multiple orgasms, but I know why she’s unhappy.

I wasn’t there when she woke up.

That was on purpose.

When my eyes opened, she was sprawled over my chest, my non-injured arm locked around her like she was the most precious thing in my life. I freaked the fuck out.

My heart clenched and all I could do was stare at the ceiling, wondering how the hell I was going to get over this girl.

My brown-eyed little kitten.

Facing the music of our decisions wasn’t something I had the capacity to face this morning, so I’d decided a good workout and disappearing act was better.

Clearly not.

“We need to talk,” I say, darting my eyes down to the passenger side of my Maserati in encouragement.

She keeps glaring at me.

“Please.” I almost roll my eyes as I lean my arm on the roof.

With a huff, she stomps over.

I fight my smile.

“Montgomery is giving me a ride. I’ll check his shoulder out meanwhile,” she says into the phone. Then waits, standing beside the car. “Oh. No. It’s fine. I knew him in college, remember? Just friends.”

I lift a brow.

I plan to ask about that later.

“’kay. See you tomorrow.” Kaylee pockets her phone, tosses her bag onto the back seat, then climbs in.

I slide into the driver’s seat, rip off my sling, and start the engine. Neither of us talk until we exit the airport and hit the highway.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.” I’m giving myself ten damn points for being a great guy until she replies.

“I’m glad you weren’t.”

The fuck?

I glance over at her, then force my eyes back on the road. “Why is that?”

“It would’ve been awkward. Anyway, you said it was a one off. I agreed. Let’s move on.” She flips down the sun visor and does some shit to her lips.

Gloss.

Something.

I dunno.

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