Page 331 of The Tempted

“Do you know where my phone is?” I said, trying to distract myself from him.

“On the nightstand,” he supplied, walking to his dresser and pulling out a fresh t-shirt.

I had ten missed calls and five text messages from Mia. Three missed calls from my brother and one text from Adrianna. At least I know that if I ever should wind up abducted by crazy people, I had my own team of crazy looking for me.

I scrolled through the texts and quickly replied to Mia first, labeling her the worst friend ever then telling her I’d meet her at my brother’s house in twenty minutes. We missed the early bus but if I hauled ass, we could still make the afternoon one.

“Shit,” he said, staring at his own phone.

“What is it?”

“Your brother is looking for you, asked if I could meet him at the gym to give him a hand,” he explained. Then he laughed.

I have no idea why he laughed.

I didn’t really see anything chuckle worthy.

“Should we put the poor bastard out of his misery and tell him you’re safe and sound?”

“Are you crazy?” I asked him incredulously.

“Relax, Kitten. I wasn’t going to tell him I had my fingers inside your pussy. I’ll leave that until Christmas,” he said, with a shake of his head, mocking me—likeIwas the crazy one. He threw me a pair of sweats. “Here, throw them on and I’ll give you a ride,” he offered.

“I can’t believe this,” I said out loud. I went from being the good girl no one knew was in a room to a girl doing the walk of shame in hooker heels dressed in a biker’s clothes. “And I didn’t even get the happy ending.”

Did I just say that out loud?

“I offered!” He defended.

I pulled his pants on and slid my feet into my ridiculous heels, vowing never to speak again. Once I was fully dressed we walked out of his room and down the stairs into the main room. Riggs disappeared into one of the rooms, promising to return with coffee and I started for the door, hoping to go unnoticed.

A young guy, probably around Riggs’ age stared at me as I tried to make myself scarce.

“What’s your rush, sweetheart?”

Shit.

“Sneaking out on Riggsy? I don’t blame you,” the cute biker said.

“Piss off Bones,” Riggs called, walking into the room with a Styrofoam cup. Bless his heart.

Bones stepped closer to me, smiling lazily as his gaze worked over me.

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you, doing with a guy like Riggs?”

“Bones,” Riggs clipped.

“Why don’t you ditch the zero baby and take a chance on the hero?”

Was there a handbook of cheesy pickup lines this MC abided by? That was just as bad as the library one Riggs delivered me last night. Oh, look, it’s all coming back to me. Progress!

“She’s already got the hero, don’t you, Kitten?”

“Kitten?” Bones asked amused.

“That’s me!” I said, waving my hand before I pointed my thumb toward Riggs. “And that’s Tiger.”

“Tiger? Oh, man, this is great.”

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