Page 7 of Bad Behavior

“No, we didn’t do anything.” I roll my eyes. “First off, you were way too drunk for that. Like… really, really drunk. And second, you would remember if we had sex.”

I add a little smirk to the last statement. The flash of relief on his face is kind of comical. Kind of hurtful, too, but mostly funny. Jameson just groans and pulls a pillow over his face.

“I might still be drunk,” he mumbles, muffled by the pillow. “Jesus, if Ash realized that I was here right now, he’d kill me. And if he thought I actually fucked you? He’d burn down the bar, and then our house, and then murder me.”

I sigh. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. I won’t tell Asher where you stayed. You just looked like you needed somewhere to sleep that wasn’t Cure.”

Jameson pulls the pillow off his face, squinting into the bright sunlight that streams through my bedroom window. “It wouldn’t be the first time, and it won’t be the last.”

“Hmm,” I say, noncommittal. “Well, I have to go to the law library. I can leave you here to keep sleeping…”

“Uh uh,” he says, heaving himself up. “I have to get moving. Otherwise I will just stay in your bed forever. You don’t want that.”

I want to say, Promise? But I don’t.

“Since you’re awake, how about some coffee?” I say. I have to try not to swallow my tongue when he stands up, giving me a nice long look at his muscular ass.

I never thought that I even cared about asses until this exact moment. It’s a revelation. I can make out the faint tan lines that he gets from wearing his wetsuit halfway off.

All too soon, he finds his jeans and pulls them up his long legs. No underwear. That’s another fact that I won’t soon forget.

Of course he doesn’t wear underwear. How very Jameson of him.

“Coffee would be great,” he grouses, turning around. “Have you seen my shirt?”

I point to the lamp, where his shirt landed last night when he was stripping. He turns away to get it.

I stand up, realizing that I’ll probably need to put on more than the oversized tee shirt and tiny sleep shorts I’m wearing. Luckily, Jameson asks for the bathroom next.

“Down the hall, to the right,” I say. I breathe a little sigh of relief. I want to seduce Jameson, but I don’t want to just get naked in front of him. That would be weird.

I quickly change into a new bra and panties and a light blue floral dress. By the time Jameson is back, I’m pulling my hair into a messy side braid and slipping my feet into a pair of heels.

“Coffee?” he asks, peeking in the room.

“Go to the kitchen,” I say, shooing him. “To the left.”

I grab my heavy satchel of books and my phone, then follow him to the kitchen. The kitchen is tiny, with all the appliances half size. Jameson looks hilarious standing in my miniature kitchen, like a giant who has lost his way.

“Sit,” I order, pointing at the lone chair. I sling my satchel down, and it hits the floor with a hard thump.

“Jesus, what have you got in there?” he asks, taking the seat.

“Runes, incantations. You know, everything I need to nurture my coven,” I say. He smiles at that for a split second, before frowning. I start putting the water on to boil, and getting the French press down from a high cabinet.

The ritual of making coffee feels soothing after my morning of combined lust and nerves. I measure the beans and grind them, then pour them in the French press with boiling water.

My roommate Evie comes into the kitchen, stopping short when she sees Jameson. Evie is a gorgeous coffee-skinned trust fund kid that sometimes picks up shifts at Cure. She is still wearing the same teal cocktail dress that I saw her wearing last night, and her hair is a total mess.

“Uhhh…” she says, looking between Jameson and I.

“Hey Evie,” I greet her casually. I’m clearly ignoring the fact that it’s a little weird that Jameson is here… and the fact that Evie has clearly been out all night. “I’m just making Jameson some coffee. Want some?”

I pour a cup, handing it to Jameson. The scent is lovely, filling the tiny room we’re in. Evie seems a little slow to process my words. She shakes her head, her gaze still shifting between me and Jameson.

“Nah,” she says, wrinkling her nose slightly. “I’m um… gonna go to bed.”

“Okay,” I say, giving her a slightly concerned look. “You doing all right?”

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