Page 151 of There's No Us Without You
Fists clenched at his sides, face now contorted into a snarl, Cooper takes a step towards me. “I’ll be telling Coach about this, just you wait.”
I shrug and glance over each one of my fingernails. “Do whatever you want. I want that money in Eden’s bank account by the end of the weekend. We clear?”
“Fine.” With a huff, Cooper storms off and disappears out the exit.
My shoulders relax and I let out a long breath.
For a moment there, I thought I was going to have to whip out my fighting skills. Or lack thereof. But I’d do anything for this woman, especially if it means she gets her dad’s restaurant back.
Eden grabs my hand before wrapping her body around me. “Em?” she says, against my neck.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you.”
I pull her face to mine, kissing her softly. “No thanks needed.”
FORTY-TWO
Will
It takesa whole five minutes for Emerson and me to wrestle a wasted Eden into the house at three in the damn morning.
I’m surprised she’s still standing. Not very well, but standing all the same. The girl can hold her drink, that’s for sure.
After my boy talked a good talk and convinced Cooper to hand over her money, she demanded another cocktail, then danced her arse off for the next two hours.
My fault, I guess. It is literally my job to make sure people don’t end up smashed and tripping over absolutely nothing.
Eden stumbles into the lounge room and face-plants onto the three-seater, her rosy cheek squished against the dark-tan leather.
At first glance, it looks as though she’s fallen asleep, until she rolls over and sits up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Those... cocktail... things—Will?” Eyes squinted, she searches for me, her upper body swaying a little as she grabs hold of the hem of her shirt and pulls it up her chest.
It literally takes her thirty seconds before she manages to get the thing over her head.
Her large breasts bounce in the lacy black bra she’s wearing when she struggles with the button on her jeans.
Fucking Christ. This is going to be a test in restraint.
I’m not into taking advantage of drunk women, neither is Emerson. But like the idiots we are, we stand there staring for too long. Emerson looks as though he’s about to drop to his knees, the way he’s biting his bottom lip, eyes hooded.
All I know is I have a fucking hard-on and Eden is way too wasted to do anything with.
I sure as hell am not into necrophilia, either. That’s what having sex with a passed-out drunk person would feel like, right? Sex with a dead person?
On the other hand, I’m stone-cold sober.
So is Emerson.
I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Stop taking your clothes off.” I toe my shoes off at the front doorand eye Emerson on the way into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.
He shrugs, a small smirk lifting one corner of his mouth.
Eden groans as she gets her jeans to mid-thigh before falling backwards. “You’re such an arsehole, Will. The least you can do is help a girl undress. It’s not like you haven’t seen my vagina before.”
My entire body stiffens.
