Page 22 of One Last Time
“I’m so tired,” Heather complains as she rests her arms on Kristin’s shoulder. “I need to liedown.”
Eli stands with a groan. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you tobed.”
“I’m not tired yet,” Kristin juts her bottom lipout.
“I’ll watch her,” I say without a secondthought.
Eli sighs. “Remember what Isaid.”
“You know me. I’m notthatguy.” I’m not a dirtbag. I would never fuck around with a girl who is this drunk, but more than that, I wouldn’t betray our friendship. Friends and acting don’t go hand in hand most times, so I wouldn’t do a damn thing to screw up my and Eli’scamaraderie.
He nods, grabs Heather, and carries herinside.
“Want to dance?” Kristin askshesitantly.
Very fucking much, but it would be a bad idea. “Why don’t you come sit?” Isuggest.
She huffs dramatically, which makes me smile. She’s so goddamn adorable. “Fine. Partypooper.”
“Did you call me a partypooper?”
“Yup! Every party has a pooper, and that’s what youare.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever been called that. I move over to the couch area where she stands. “You know, this isn’t even a party. It’s just twopeople.”
Kristin places her hands on her hips and sticks her tongue out. “Partypooper.”
I seriously hope she remembers this in the morning. “What would make me more funthen?”
She taps her lips and looks around before her legs seem to give out. I catch her in my arms, and her hands rest on my bare chest. Those blue eyes stare at me with desire swimming in them. It’s good to know I’m not the only one feeling this. My dick reacts, and I try to think of anything but the feel of her skin. Neither of us makes a move, I hold her, and she letsme.
Kristin’s fingers slide back and forth on my shoulder. “You’re so pretty,” she slurs. “I wish I was pretty likeyou.”
“You’re breathtaking,” Ireply.
Maybe I don’t want her toremember.
Maybe I want her to forget this whole thing because I shouldn’t have her in my arms still. I should’ve let her go, but my arms won’tmove.
Her soft fingers move over my pec, and I’m doing everything I can to stop my cock from going rock hard, but her floral scent is toomuch.
“Kristin...” I rasp hername.
She pushes her hips forward, feeling my erection, and her eyes widen. “I-I—” She takes a step back. “We should . . . umm . . . doit.”
Now it’s my turn to be shocked. “Do it?” I’m not sure she means what I mean. Even if she did, there’s no way I’m touching her tonight. I’d like her to remember everything when I haveher.
“Yes. The interview,” sheclarifies.
“Now?”
“I’m a good worker,” Kristin says and starts to walk, holding on to the chairs as she goes. “Professional through andthrough.”
“Why don’t we wait until you’resober?”
She spins around and laughs. “I’m not drunk, youare.”
“Pretty sure you’re toasted,sweetheart.”
