Page 4 of The First Time
He shakes his head.
"I suppose women do whatever you order them to do?"
"Usually."
"Well, I'm not going along with yourprotect Pipershit. I'm not a child. I'm nineteen."
"Piper, will you please come with me to my apartment?"
God, I never thought I'd be upset about Kit inviting me to his apartment. My body is certainly on board with the plan. But my body is all confused by the proximity of his body—his hard chest is only inches from mine, his calloused fingers are on my bare arms. My body doesn't realize that Kit thinks of me like a little sister.
That there's absolutely no chance he'll ever want me to be the girl in the bathroom with him.
No, I have more self-respect than this. I'm not going to be with a man who was just getting blown in the bathroom. Even if it's Kit.
If I'm ever going tobewith Kit, it's not going to be in a bathroom. I demand a bed. A couch at the very least.
"Bet this is the hardest you've ever had to work to get a woman to your apartment?" I tease.
Again, he chuckles.
"Okay, I'll go, but I'm kissing someone at midnight." I bite my tongue. It's hard to remember that this is Kit, my brother's best friend, and not some hot guy I saw getting blown at a party. It's hard to remember that him being a famous rock star isn't a big deal to me. It's hard to remember anything but the sight of him half-naked. "I don't mean that you have to, just that I'll find someone at this party if you—"
"Let's go."
"Does that mean you—"
His dark eyes brighten. "It meanslet's go."
