Page 41 of Imperfect Player

I send a text to Fox asking a question that’s beyond fucking embarrassing: friends can give friends flowers, right? His response? Yes. Only now I’m thinking he was fucking with me to try and push me into something I’m not capable of.

Fuck it.

I knock on the door and wait.

And wait.

The words “I’m coming” echo through the door before it flies open.

There, standing before me in nothing but a towel, is Everly.

Fucking hell, is there anything the woman wears that doesn’t make my dick hard?

As if it matters. I jerked off to a fully dressed selfie of her more times than I care to admit this week.

“Hey there,” she says, smiling.

I’m smiling too. I’m happy to see her and I’m even happier to see her barely dressed.

“Hi, sunshine.” I look her up and down. “You always answer the door in a towel?”

“Only on Mondays.” Her eyes fall to the flowers. “Are those for me?”

I nod. “They are. A little thank you.”

She takes the flowers from me and brings them to her nose. She turns around and begins making her way into the apartment. “Come in.”

I linger in the doorway for a moment, watching her pull a vase from a cabinet in the kitchen, as I contemplate whether or not I should go in. The temptation of being alone with her may be too much considering I’m barely hanging on by a thread.

I told her friends. I owe her friends.

I can’t fuck this up with sex.

“I’m not sure what I did to earn these but thank you. They’re beautiful.”

You’re beautiful.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, and I literally have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from saying them.

“I didn’t think I would see you today. Not after the long day of travel.”

“I wanted to thank you in person for being my lucky charm.”

She tosses me a look over her shoulder. “You could have done that tomorrow. Not that you have anything to thank me for. I didn’t do anything.”

“You’ve done more than you know.”

She offers me a bottle of water, which I happily take thanks to the sight of her making my mouth go dry.

“Quick question. Are you planning on putting some clothes on? I only have so much restraint.”

She looks down at herself and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.

“Oh my God.” Her arms wrap around her and holds the towel tighter. She thinks that she’s hiding her body when in fact all she’s really doing is putting those perky tits of hers on display for me. “I was so surprised to see you that I completely forgot.”

She takes off through the apartment and down the short hallway.

I follow her, slowly, waiting outside the closed door.

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