Page 7 of Heartstrings & Hijinks

I grabbed a blanket and promptly laid it over him.

“I’m going to get you some water and then you’re going to sleep. I’m gonna sit in that chair and watch to make sure you’re okay. All right?”

“Come to bed with me, Gregory. I promise I won’t tell other Greg.” His hips bucked.

I pinched my eyes closed.

“We don’t even have to let HR know,” Evan purred. His voice took on a melody that played me like a flute.

Oh, fuck me. This was worse than hell.

I went to the kitchen and tried to get myself under control. I absolutely would not touch Evan, not in this state. Nor could I watch him touch himself. I shouldn’t even listen to his words, as seductive as they are. But I most certainly couldn’t touch him. I would never do that. The trouble was going to be keeping my eyes off of him while also watching over him. It was a mess.

As I filled a glass of water for him and brought an extra water bottle, I picked up my phone and dialed Greg.

He answered on the fifth ring. “What in the hell are you calling me so late for? This better not be a work thing.” Despite the words, he didn’t actually sound angry.

“Well, I kinda wish it was a work thing,” I said. “It’s about your brother.”

“Is everything okay? What’s going on?”

“Yes. Yes. He’s fine. Just a little mix-up at a bar. He had someone call me. I think he meant for them to call you, but I was in town anyway.”

“So where is he now? Evan’s not one to drink too much. Is everything okay?”

“Yes. He wasn’t drinking.” I explained as best as I could about what Evan had done while Greg listened.

“Does he need medical attention?” he asked.

“No. He’s fine. He’s sleeping it off.” At least I hoped he was asleep at this point. For my own sanity, I needed him to be.

“Well, thank you, man. I owe you one.”

“Nonsense.” He wouldn’t feel that way if he knew the kinds of things I was thinking about his brother. Especially since the image of Evan dipping his hand into his lace panties would become one of my favorite memories.

“Have him call me in the morning if he’s up to it, please.”

“I will,” I said, and I hung up the phone.

Thank goodness Evan was asleep when I walked back into the room. I set the water bottle and his phone on the nightstand,then promptly went to my closet and removed my clothes. I usually slept naked, but I managed to find a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

Evan lay still on the bed. The extra blanket I’d thrown over him didn’t cover his feet. He still had his shoes on. If I removed them now, he might wake up and say more things that I would never be able to forget. I opted to leave them on. It might not be the most comfortable way to sleep, but the less I put my hands on him in this state, the better.

I grabbed a blanket and put it over my lap and sat on the chair. I rested my feet on the ottoman and closed my eyes. Sleep wasn’t going to come easily in this position, but at least I would be here in case he needed me in the middle of the night.

If only I could scrub the vision of those lacy panties out of my mind.

Chapter 5

Evan

Who the hell was jackhammering at this ungodly hour?

I put a hand to my head, hoping to block out the noise, only to realize the call was coming from inside the house. It wasn’t a jackhammer. My brain was just pulsating loudly, pressing against my skull like… something that hammered against things. Like a jackhammer. I couldn’t even form a coherent thought to compare the horrid pounding with.

The pain pulsed and throbbed like a heartbeat, reminding me of those silly cartoons where the character was hit with a mallet and a giant, red, goose egg grew on their head. I touched my forehead, feeling for any such bump. There was nothing.

I tried to sit up and find my phone, only the surroundings were foreign. The walls were white, not the canary yellow of my room. The bed was large and soft. I was surrounded by pillows and a plush duvet. My bed only had two pillows, and both were flat. I hadn’t gotten around to replacing them. Where in the hell was I? And what in the hell happened to me last night?

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