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“Let’s go,” I say when I’m standing in front of him.

He straightens his pose, places one hand on the arch of my back and the other on my hip, then holds me as we walk out of Flavor.

Chapter 6

Even asleep, with her head slumped and her mouth partially open, Truce is beautiful, absolutely stunning. She’s also drunk and even that is cute. After telling me she lives in the East Tower of The Millennium, she buckled her seatbelt, reclined the seat back, and was out. I hate to wake her but we are at her place. Luckily, when I kill my engine, she starts to move. Her head rolls around then she turns to me. Her eyes open slowly.

“We’re here?” she utters and I nod. “Damn! I was knocked out.” After unbuckling her seat belt, she stretches her arms out, drawing attention to her full breasts. Then she raises the seat. When she does, I unlock my door and get out. She’s holding her phone and staring at it when I open her door. “My food is eight minutes out. Perfect timing.”

I assist her out and she’s just as shaky as she had been in Flavor. Those drinks with no food wasn’t the best idea. She’s fucked up so I hold her as we walk inside her building. She nods at security and tells him about her food. He smiles then we walk to the elevators and I press the up button. The doors open immediately and we get on.

“Which floor?” I ask.

“Five. I’m number fifty-two twenty-eight.” The elevator ride is short and she fades more as we ascended. When we exit, her body is slumped into mine and her head is leaning on my shoulder. Somehow, though, she manages to open the door and silence her alarm when we enter. I try to help her onto her sectional, but she shakes her head adamantly. “My bed. Down the hall,” she mumbles.

I practically carry her through the living room, down the hall, and into the last, large bedroom. Just like the rest of her condo, the bedroom is beautifully decorated and clean. Nothing in here is out of place, nothing. There’s a warm and inviting vibe all through her place and I can feel it in her bedroom with all the browns. The bed is familiar too. It’s one of our exclusively crafted king beds with upholstery on the headboard and a sleigh-style footboard.

The moment I place her on it, she reaches up and latches her arms around my neck. Her eyes are partially closed but a huge smile spreads across her pretty ass face. She sighs loud as hell then tries to pull me down on her as she stumbles back on the bed.

“Lay down with me,” she insists.

“Not tonight,” I tell her but it doesn’t stop her.

She falls back on the bed with her arms still attached to me. She tries to pull me down with her again but I resist. As badly as I want her, and I want the fuck out of her, I don’t want her like this. She has to be sober and fully into it when I enjoy her body.

“Rex,” she begs. “I need you to…”

Her drunken words trail off and her arms drop from my neck. She’s out, so I unzip her boots and remove them, then ease her legs onto the bed. She has a few throws gathered at the end of her bed so I take one and spread it across her fine ass body. Every curve is on display as she lays sprawled out. Thank Godmy big head has some damn sense and it rules my little one becausedamn.

After kissing her forehead, I grab a pillow and another of the throws then leave her room. The minute I turn the corner into her living room, I hear three fast knocks on the door. I open it and a white bag is on the other side, her food. I bring it inside. Since she’s gone, I place it into her fridge, grab a bottle of water, then walk back into the living room. I remove my shoes and make myself comfortable on her extra-large sectional with a chaise.

Although I manage to doze off, I’m awakened by soft hands on my face. I open my eyes and Truce is standing over me. Her hair is pulled back and she’s changed. Her sweater and jeans have been replaced with shorts and a shirt.

“Go get in my bed. This isn’t comfortable,” she says, sounding more like herself.

“I’m good,” I lie because my damn arm is stiff as hell.

“You’re not. I love this sectional but it’s not as comfortable as my bed.” She snatches the throw, tosses it, then steps back. “Get up. I woke up hungry and saw you still here. Thanks for staying but I can’t have you sleeping out here.”

“You’re going to have to change first.” Her thighs on full display are killing me. The restraint I had earlier is waning fast.

“Boy. Get up.” She blows me off then heads to her kitchen. My eyes follow her ass and thighs as she walks off. I give in and sit up before running my hand up and down my left arm, trying to soothe the numbness. When that doesn’t work, I slowly lift and flex my elbow back and forth until it starts to feel better. “See. That’s why you need to get in the bed. I pulled the comforter back. Get comfortable, but on the left side. Left! The right is mine.”

Her face is beaming as she speaks and she’s breathtaking. Between her beautiful smile, her obvious sober state, and themdamn thighs, I know I need to put my shoes on and take my ass home but I don’t. I can’t. The woman who has been living in my dreams for months is a few feet from me, looking edible as fuck and inviting me to her bed. Going home would be stupid as hell. So I stand, grab the pillow and throw, then walk into the kitchen.

“The right side?”

“Don’t play,” she says with a grin. Then, she opens the white food container. “Before I dig into this, do you want some?”

“No. Enjoy your food. I’ll be on the left slide, knocked out.”

I continue to her room. When I enter, I place my cell, wallet, and keys on the small nightstand on the left side. Then I trek to her bathroom and take a leak. There’s a wicker basket on the countertop with rolled up hand towels, so I grab one after I wash my hands. Before climbing into her bed, I remove my shirt then watch, noticing the late time, two forty-eight.

Her bed is as comfortable as it looks and it smells just like her. Deeply, I inhale her sweet scent before drifting off to sleep. I don’t hear her when she joins me sometime later but I feel her. She snuggles her soft body into mine and in my relaxed state, I pull her into me. The sound of loud beeps awakens me a few hours later, immediately followed by her.

“Shit,” she hisses. Then I feel her body shift. Seconds later, the alarm stops and she’s back in my arms but facing me. “Sorry. I meant to cut that off. I’m not opening today.”

“What time is it?”

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