Page 89 of What Is Love
Wyatt took the bottle back when I held it out to him. “Want to tell us what happened between you and Roe? I haven’t seen him that mad in a long time.”
“I told him I came here to do what I’m expected to do and that whatever we were doing is done,” I answered honestly.
Wyatt hissed. “That’ll do it.”
“He probably thinks you’re fucking Rich Boy as we speak,” Reid said.
I took the bottle back from Wyatt for another big gulp. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“You’re going to sneak out of here with us,” Reid said, and I found it very out of character for him.
“Why are you being nice to me?” I asked. “I thought you hated me.”
His whiskey eyes met mine. “Never hated. Might have misjudged you and didn’t like you, but never hated you.”
None of that made me feel any better. “Why didn’t you like me?”
He squatted next to the tub, bringing him eye level with me. “If you come with us tonight, I promise to tell you tomorrow.”
I was already fucked. What did I have to lose? “All right.”
Wyatt stood and handed the expensive whiskey bottle to Reid. “I took a look around before coming here and I found a room that has a window on the left side of the house. If you go downstairs, I can lower her down to you.”
Reid nodded and left. Wyatt held out a hand to me. “Let’s go, gorgeous.”
I took his hand and stood.
His eyes trailed down my body. “Fuck.”
“I’ll let you look your fill later,” I said. “We need to go.”
“With or without clothes on?”
“Wyatt, focus.”
“Have you seen you?” he asked.
I sighed through my nose.
“All right. All right,” he grumbled and got out of the tub. He held out a hand for me to take and helped me step out as well.He didn’t let go of my hand as he poked his head out of the bathroom to see if it was clear. When he saw that it was, he pulled me out of the bathroom, and we rushed into a guestroom a few doors down. Wyatt worked quickly, shutting the door behind us and taking me to the right window. He let go of my hand to open it. The window was the kind that you had to push up. Wyatt climbed out first onto the roof of the first floor. Then he turned to help me out.
“Are you wearing panties?” Wyatt asked.
“Why?” I asked as he helped me walk along the slanted roof toward the edge.
“Because if you’re not, you’re about to give Reid a show.”
“I’m wearing a black thong,” I said as we came to the edge and saw Reid already below.
“You just made me very jealous of Reid right now,” Wyatt said. “Okay, sit down and I’ll help lower you down to him.”
I did as he said, and he got behind me.
I eyed the height. “I’m scared.”
“It’s going to be okay,” Wyatt assured.
“I’ll catch you,” Reid said, obviously hearing me.
