Page 192 of Rock Me All Night
How the hell did he know? "That would be great."
"As long as you don't mind sharing. I need somewhere to do bodyweight exercises and I drip sweat during push-ups.."
I do everything in my power to keep a neutral expression.
He lifts the suitcase and heads up the stairs.
Drew dripping sweat in our living room. Drew dripping sweat. Must not picture Drew dripping sweat, on top of me, his body locked with mine.
Okay. Need to keep my mind occupied or it's going straight to the gutter. I head to the car and grab one of the boxes. I pass Drew on my way inside and he's smirking like he knows I'm fighting off lust with everything I've got.
I trudge up the stairs and place the box in the master bedroom. There are clothes and hangers in the suitcase and there's a perfectly good closet. It's enough to shake the lust out of my brain.
In theory.
I unzip the suitcase and start hanging dresses and blouses. Internship clothes in one corner. Stuff for class in the middle. Stuff for the clubs on the other side.
Drew steps inside the room. His eyes go to my unzipped suitcase. It's lying on the ground and—
Shit.
The last thing left in it is lingerie.
I'm not sure why I own any of it. I certainly never wore anything for anyone. There are a few bra and panty sets, bought so I could pretend to be a normal girl and not a damaged freak. At least the lacy thongs have a practical use. They don't show under my bodycon dresses. Anything else means panty lines, even under tights.
Drew smiles a wide, smug smile. "You need any help with that?"
"No, I'm fine."
He offers his hand. "Good. Then we can go."
"Where are we going?"
"Early dinner. Then there's a show. A friend's band." His gaze goes to a pink bra and panty set. "You're free to change if you want."
My cheeks flush.
"Or to skip the underwear entirely."
"Thanks for the permission."
"Anytime."
