Page 32 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
After a quick call to make arrangements at the club, he typed a text to Sophie. Are you home or still out? He didn’t want to acknowledge that she might still be with another guy. He deleted the text and thumbed out, Are you home?
Carrying his phone, he headed for her place instead of his. Her response rolled in a minute later. Yes. Why?
Game on. He sent another text. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Be ready.
Her response came instantly. For???
He felt a grin spreading across his lips as he ducked into a convenience store to pick up a few things and sent his reply. Anything.
Chapter Six
SOPHIE DIDN’T CHANGE out of her ratty jeans and sweatshirt to get ready for Brett’s spur-of-the-moment anything. She refused to even look in the mirror or do anything else that proved how much she liked him. After she’d left the park, she realized she had a problem. A big one. Her idea of getting over Brett by finally being intimate with him had failed epically. Those glimpses into his softer side, his sense of humor, and seeing all his heat radiating only for her made her fall even harder for him. But she wasn’t sure he’d be there to catch her, and the last thing she needed was a broken heart—especially from her boss’s brother.
She paced, trying to figure out what she’d say when he showed up. Her pulse kicked up with each passing minute as she rifled through excuses. A short while later, when his knock sounded, she stilled, staring at the door as if it might have the answers. He knocked again, and his impatience made her smile. It was so Brett.
And she was a fool for letting herself get swept up in even the thought of him.
She huffed out a breath and pulled open the door. Brett stood before her with an easy smile, wearing a faded black T-shirt and a pair of jeans, worn in the thighs and frayed at the hems, looking so delicious, desire pinged through her despite her best efforts to keep it at bay.
“Eyes up here, Sexy Sophie.”
She met his gaze, and that easy smile morphed to cocky heat. She tried to hide the way he affected her and set her hand on her hip, giving him her most serious stare. “What are you doing here?”
He stepped in so close she could barely think. “Taking you out.”
“Brett…” She shook her head, struggling against the war waging inside her.
“Oh, shit. I forgot.” His brows drew together as he set a bag on the table beside the door and took both of her hands in his. He gazed deeply into her eyes with all the emotions of a man who saw beyond sex with her. “Sweet Sophie, there’s a comedy show tonight, and I’d really like to take you to see it.”
Her silly heart did another happy dance. “Don’t you ever plan anything?”
He gritted his teeth, and as quickly as that scowl formed, it morphed into another dark grin. “Sure I do.” He handed her the bag he’d set on the table.
She peeked inside, and her stomach sank. “Condoms? Seriously?”
“What? After what happened this morning, I thought that was a thoughtful gift. I don’t want you to get pregnant. I’m trying to be prepared.”
“Yeah, for a hookup,” she seethed. “I’m done hooking up, Brett. I can’t do it. I thought I could, and I know that’s not what you want to hear, but…”
“Soph.” He took the bag from her and set it on the table. “That’s not what I meant.”
“No? Because it sure seems that way. Look, I’m not blaming you. This is all on me. I went into this with my eyes wide open and knew exactly what I was getting into. I just hadn’t realized I’d feel so much. It’s too hard, Brett. I like you way more than I should, and I work for your brother. I need to put on the brakes before we skid out of control and end up hating each other.”
“Hating each other?” Confusion and irritation rose in his eyes. “Sophie, I could never hate you. Jesus, is that what you think of me?”
“I don’t know what to think,” she admitted softly. “You look at me like I’m so much more than a quick fuck, and you showed up this morning and then at the park, but you said yourself we’d have been making out if I hadn’t hit you.” She glanced at his eye and noticed a slight bruise near the corner.
