Page 94 of Famous Last Words
“That was so good,” I sigh against his mouth.
“I didn’t want you to leave,” he murmurs against my lips, kissing me once more.
Confused, I pull back enough to meet his eyes, finding nothing but a nervous uncertainty in his gaze. My brows knit together as I study him, trying to make sense of what he just said.
He traces the curve of my lip with the pad of his thumb. “That night. In my hotel room.” His eyes lift to meetmine again. “I lied because I didn’t want you to leave.”
There is so much to unpack from that. So many questions I have, starting with the fact that back then, we could hardly stand to be in the same zip code as one another, and yet he didn’t want me to leave his hotel room? I need to know more. But, before I can deep dive, Robbie is like a Mighty Morphin Power Ranger, swiftly changing back into a smug, cocky jerk.
“Hop up, Keller,” he says as he slaps my hip. “I need to piss.”
I move off him as best as I can, fully aware my bare ass is likely right in his face. Settling back into my seat, I reach into my purse and pull out a travel pack of Kleenex, opening my door.
“Where do you thinkyou’regoing?” Robbie says, pulling up his pants.
“I need to pee.”
“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head.
I stare at him.
A darkness comes over his face, a smug smirk lingering as his gaze travels to where I’m still naked from the waist down. “I want you sitting there next to me with my cum seeping out of that pretty little pussy all the way back to New York.”
My jaw drops at his filthy and downright sexy words. But also, gross.
He laughs as if he can hear my thoughts, opening his door and hopping out.
“That’s a bacterial infection waiting to happen!” I yell before he slams the car door shut.
Flashing me a grin through the windshield, Robbie winks as he jogs through the rain toward a break in the trees to relieve himself. In return, I flip him the bird, muttering a few expletives under my breath as I pull my pants up, trying so hard not to think too much about why he lied to Andy.
CHAPTER 37
FRAN
Robbie: Good luck.
I smile down at the text message, although it does little to ease my thudding heart.
Me: I hope he’s nice.
Robbie: Alex is literally the nicest guy on the team. Actually, he’s the nicest guy I’ve met so far in the league. A genuinely good guy.
I release a breath, smoothing down the front of the shirt dress I’m wearing, mentally trying to remind myself that I’m a real estate agent, and I can do this.
When Alex sent me a text message yesterday, I almost fell out of bed. Yes, I’d been in bed at two o’clock in the afternoon, but it was a Sunday, and for obvious reasons, I was worn out after my road trip with Robbie, especially after he decided to crash at my place and keep me up half the night.
Alex said he was wanting to check out any apartments I had available, and I told him I have the perfect place that’s not yet on the market. He said he’d meet me at ten a.m., and here I am, ready and waiting with a few minutes to spare.
The intercom buzzes, and I startle from where I’m scrolling throughInstagram. I do one quick sweep of the apartment before answering the call.
“Ma’am, I have Alex Henry here for the viewing.”
“Fabulous. You can let him up,” I respond with a smile.
I take a few deep breaths before crossing the entryway. We’re only on the eighth floor, so almost as soon as I open the door, I hear the elevator chime and force a game face. But when Alex steps off the elevator and into the corridor, I’m immediately put at ease. He has that friendly, golden retriever vibe about him. Tall and broad, with floppy blond hair and big brown eyes that are so warm and kind. When he smiles at me, it’s as if we’ve known each other for years.
“Alex, hi. I’m Fran,” I say, holding out my hand. But he’s having none of that apparently, ignoring my hand and wrapping me up in an unexpected hug.
