Page 82 of Chasing Xander
Kylie washed her hands, then ran a brush through her hair and fixed her ponytail.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were hazy. She returned to the room and dug through her bag for a pair of panties.
“How was the funeral?” Celeste asked.
“It was really nice. So many people showed up to pay their respects.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. I really wanted to be.” She sighed.
“It’s okay. Xander’s been great.” She smiled. “Hey, how was your exam?”
“Okay, I think.”
She tossed the phone on the bed and stepped into her panties. “I have to meet with Nammy Joyce’s lawyer tomorrow morning, but we should be back this weekend.” There was a knock on the door. “Hey, hold on a second.” Leaving her phone on the bed, she went to the door and looked through the peephole.
“My God, girl, you’re taking entirely too long,” Xander said as soon as she opened the door. He’d changed into a pair of silk pajama pants, still shirtless, feet bare. That was a damn good look for him.
She took a calming breath, hoping to prevent her heart from taking off again. “I’ve literally been over here less than three minutes.”
“Exactly. It’s been forever.” He stepped inside, kicked the door closed, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her. Yelping with surprise, she wrapped her legs around him, welcoming the feel of him again. He spun her around and pinned her against the door, his hands on her ass, holding her in place. “I warned you, once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop,” he said, his mouth seeking hers.
She ran her fingers through his hair, the soft locks tickling her palms. “I don’t recall complaining,” she said in between kisses.
He pulled back and let his gaze rake over her, a sinful smile showcasing his dimples. “These kitten panties are hot as hell.”
“Um, we can hear you!” Celeste’s voice carried from across the room.
“Oh shit.” Kylie put her head on his shoulder and laughed. “I forgot she was on speakerphone.”
“That’s my boy, Xander!” Finn shouted and laughed.
“What’s going on there? Are you walking around in your underwear in front of him? Are you two together?” Celeste fired the questions rapidly. “Kylie! Answer me!”
Xander released her, and she slid down the length of his body until her feet touched the floor. Licking his lips, he headed toward her bed and bounced on it. “Finn, you fucker. What’s up?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Finn said.
“Yeah, what’s going on over there?” Celeste asked. “You’d best not be corrupting my best friend. Remember what I told you.”
Xander laughed. “Relax, Celeste. I promised you I’d take care of her, and I am. I wouldn’t dream of letting anything happen to her.” He caught her gaze and winked.
There went her heart, completely melted into a puddle. When had he made that promise to Celeste? Kylie returned to her bag to find a pair of shorts to put on, but before she could, Xander shoved the bag off the bed and shook his head. She put her hands on her hips and gave him a “what the hell” look.
His gaze darkened as his eyes narrowed. “We’re going to have to call you guys back,” he said, ending the call and putting her phone on the bedside table. Then, he crooked his finger. She never once considered denying him.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Xander shifted in his chair and grabbed a magazine from the stand. Kylie had been in with her grandmother’s lawyer for almost two hours now. How long was that will? Unable to focus, he tossed the magazine back on the stand and walked up to the secretary’s desk. “I’m here with Kylie Quinn.”
“Yes, she’s still in a meeting with Mr. Stanton.”
“I know.” He smiled. “When she comes out, could you please let her know I’m at the car?”
“Sure thing, sir.”
He stepped out into the fall air. The sun was shining bright, but the breeze made it cooler than it actually was. Having grown up in New York, he was used to the radical changes in weather and temperatures, but living in Florida the past few years had spoiled him. He couldn’t wait to get back to the consistently warm weather. Pulling the collar of his jacket up around his neck, he walked toward his car, planning to call his dad while waiting for Kylie. He needed to explain why he was going to be late arriving tonight, and that he was bringing someone with him. If she even agreed to go. He still hadn’t asked her.
He’d barely gotten his cell phone out of his pocket when Kylie came out of the building. She practically ran toward him, her face pinched with fear and anger. He took a few steps toward her and noticed she was trembling.
