Page 237 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
James laughed. "Don't worry. The only ass I want to touch is yours." He slapped my ass and walked toward the kitchen.
I loved when he was happy and playful. And I was impressed that he was able to be despite Melissa's onslaught. He was definitely better at dealing with her than I was. I tended to always just give in. I followed him into the kitchen.
"Were you guys just drinking straight vodka? No chaser or anything?" Melissa asked.
"We both just really needed a drink," James said and sat down in one of the stools at the counter.
"Gross." Melissa opened up the fridge. She was always so comfortable everywhere she went. And she had already made herself completely at home in James' apartment.James and my apartment.I still needed to tell her that I was moving in with him. She poured a can of cherry coke into a glass, topped it off with some vodka, and leaned against the counter. "Why did you both need a drink so badly?"
I looked at James and then back at Melissa. "The cops showed up," I said and shrugged.
"Wait, what?"
"To interview me for that stupid investigation they're doing."
"Did they tell you how the investigation was going?"
I looked at James again.
"Apparently two of my former students said I was asking for sexual favors in exchange for giving them better grades. Or something along those lines."
"And..."
"And nothing. It isn't true. Either the girls made it up, or the detectives did to try to get information from Penny."
"You have a history of lying."
"Here." James pulled out his phone and set it on the kitchen counter. He pushed it and it slid across the counter to Melissa. "Check my phone. I'm telling the truth."
I had never looked at James' phone before. James hadn't offered his phone as evidence to me. Because I trusted him. And he needed to know that I trusted him. Melissa clearly didn't trust him though. She needed the proof.
"So I can just look at your phone? At your texts? And contacts? And emails? And pictures?"
"Suit yourself."
Melissa swiped her finger across the screen. "What's your password?"
"Oh." James laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "Actually it's Penny."
"I'm your password?" I slid into the seat next to him.
"Yeah, I happen to like thinking about you." He put his arm around me.
"I hate that I'm mad at you right now, James. Because you two really are adorable," Melissa said as she looked down at James' phone.
I leaned my head against James' shoulder. His cologne seemed to affect me even more when alcohol was coursing through me. I wished we were alone too. I put my hand on his thigh.
"Insatiable," he whispered.
I gulped.
"Who's Jennifer?" Melissa asked.
"My sister."
"Oh." She looked back down at his phone. "What about Ellen?"
"That would be my housekeeper."
