Page 12 of Tops
“Tanner wants us to meet him in his office in the loft at eight PM tonight. He checked the security cameras and wants us to come in and look at the tapes,” I said.
Hannah’s eyes went round before narrowing as she assessed me as if I was a stranger.
“What?” I asked when I had finally had enough of her silent appraisal.
The door to her room opened. The guy she had just banged propped his arm on the frame, wearing only a blanket wrapped around his hips. He had short black hair and deep, dark eyes. His skin was a deep brown and barely stretched over his muscles. “You coming back in for round two, shorty? You can bring your friend too. She’s fine as hell.”
“No, thank you, I’m good,” I said with a curt smile. At least he said I was attractive.
“He’s good,” Hannah whispered as she got up from the sofa.
“I don’t think he wants to handle me,” I said, making my eyes roll randomly. Hoping she would get the reference to my virginity. I wouldn’t consider a threesome the best ambiance for that situation.
“Oh, I could handle you,” he purred from the doorway.
He was insanely hot. I might have said yes if this was more of a one-on-one action, and I didn’t have somewhere to be in two hours.
Well, no. I wouldn’t have. I knew myself well enough.
The same embarrassment would have flushed through me as I awkwardly declined. No one had ever made me feel like I would die without their touch. Perhaps that was too high of a bar to set, but for now, I was still young enough to have that bar at that standard.
“I’m sure you could,” I said with a curt smile as I tried not to offend him. “Unfortunately, Hannah and I have somewhere to be in two hours. I need to shower and get ready. Hannah can take the last shower, so the two of you have more time for round two.” I retreated toward my room, attempting not to make eye contact.
“Round four. This next one is round four. Five will be in the shower.”
My head shot up to meet his grin. I swallowed hard before slowly nodding. My pace picked up as I turned, and my feet carried me into the safety of my room. I shut my door and flopped down on my bed. Deep vibration settled into my lower stomach. Then it vibrated again.
Shit. Phone.
I tore through the blankets. Finally, finding it buried underneath a pillow that had sunk beneath the blanket pile.
Tanner:Are you coming?
Nessa:Apparently not, since I just turned down a threesome.
My finger hit send before I could stop it. I stared at the little screen in horror.
Nessa:Sorry. Wildly inappropriate. It’s really a funny story and not at all what it sounds like, and I never should have even sent it to begin with. I’m just a little anxious right now.
I hit send and read back over my text. That didn’t sound any better, either.
Tanner:Tell me the funny story then.
I blinked.
Then I blinked a few more times. Staring at the little chat bubble with the black letters arranged just the right way, they made words. Words that currently bounced around in my head like little bats.
I blinked again. Then the sound of Hannah’s moan wafted through the apartment and right into my room. My TV was off, so this time I got to hear just how mind-shatteringly amazing Mr. Invites-people-to-threesomes is. Good enough to get her to scream above the noise of this fucking city.
Fuck it.
Nessa:Hannah has a gentleman over. He was even so kind as to offer to take me on simultaneously.
I threw my phone down on the bed as I stifled nervous laughter. I might as well lean full in on crazy roommate. So long as Hannah didn’t get in trouble for it.
He was the one that texted me first. Even if it was a legitimate reason.
I went over to my closet, searching for what to wear tonight. May as well go in something comfortable since I wasn’t looking to impress anyone. Sweatpants and a t-shirt. I’d have to bring my jacket and umbrella today. The temperature sure dipped with the storm.
