Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“I hope you give me the chance. Because I promise, you won’t regret it.”
“If you didn’t have morals, I’d give you a chance tonight.”
He waved his pointer finger at me. “That’s the alcohol speaking, but believe me, I’ll take what I can get, even if it’s naughty talk.”
I giggled, feeling happier and more carefree than I had in a long while. I also respected him so much for not taking advantage of my obvious desire for him.
On the car ride home, I might’ve had a full belly, but I was otherwise starving. I licked my lips. “Not even a kiss, huh?”
“Nope. Because that’s how it starts. And believe me, once I start…you’re not gonna want me to stop.”
Yes, I was tipsy, but I was still aware. I very much knew what I was doing, what I wanted. And I wanted Brayden Foster. Badly.
After we got back to the hotel, I assumed Brayden would get into the elevator with me, but instead he held the door open to say goodnight while I got in.
“Aren’t you coming up?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because there’s a tiny piece of me that doesn’t trust myself. Also, my room is on the other side of the hotel. So I’m gonna take the other set of elevators down the hall.”
“Okay, well…” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Today was really fun.”
“I agree. Thank you for coming out here early, beautiful.”
I’d definitely be coming early tonight—I planned to take care of this fire between my legs as soon as possible, in fact.
A few minutes after I got to my room, my phone rang. Brayden. I picked up. “Miss me already?”
“I do. Despite running away from you just now, I wasn’t ready for the night to end.”
“Me neither,” I admitted.
“You know what else? I’m totally regretting not kissing you.”
Shutting my eyes, I smiled. “There might be other chances.”
“I hope so, Alex. I hope you don’t come to your senses once the wine wears off.” He chuckled. “Hey, did Ashlyn ever reply to the photo you sent her?”
“You know, I’ve been so distracted, I didn’t check. Hang on.” I clicked on the text icon.
Ashlyn: This is the best! Now, show me Prince Charming.
“She loved it, but she wanted a pic of Prince Charming.”
“Aw, man. I totally would’ve posed for her.” He sighed. “I’d come over there now for a quick pic, but you know, I’m in my boxer briefs.”
I sighed. “I think you should go say hello to Ashlyn personally next time you’re at Memorial.”
“That sounds like a plan. If I say I’m Prince Charming, she’ll know who I am.”
As Brayden and I continued chatting, I slipped off my shoes and slid the hotel room curtain to the side to see what kind of view I had. It faced another part of the hotel, another series of rooms. Then I noticed a man in a hotel room across the way, leaning against the window. He was wearing boxer briefs and looked like…an Adonis. He was also on the phone with me at the moment.
“Are your boxers black, by any chance?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Do you always stand in front of hotel room windows half-naked, putting on a show?”
His head whipped up, and he looked across the courtyard between us. I waved.
“Holy shit. You’ve been watching me all this time?”
“No. I only just opened the curtain and saw you.”
“What are the chances?”
“Nice abs, by the way.”
“You weren’t supposed to see me like this yet. Now my grand presentation is ruined.”
I cackled. “Sorry.”
“It’s only fair if I get a little show, too,” he said. “You know, I feel violated being the only one showing some skin.”
“Oh, poor baby. Seeing me half-naked would make you feel better, huh?”
“Yeah. I think that’s the only thing that will help.”
Feeling frisky, I pondered giving him the show he was angling for.
Should I?
CHAPTER 8
Brayden
“Holy fuck,” I muttered to myself. I’d completely forgotten I was still on the phone.
Alex’s breathy voice reminded me. “I’ll take that to mean you appreciate the view?”
Considering I was salivating, appreciate didn’t feel like a strong-enough word. Alex stood at the window, pink dress gone, clad only in a nude, lacy bra and underwear. Fucking phenomenal was more like it. Where the hell was a set of binoculars when you needed one? What I wouldn’t give to see that close up, run my fingers over the lace and feel her gorgeous curves beneath. “You’re exquisite, Alex.” I swallowed. “Would you turn around for me?”
The line was quiet, except for the sound of our heavy breathing. I stared across the way, feeling my heart hammer inside my chest. After a few seconds, she turned.
Thank you, Lord.
A thong.
A fucking thong.
I groaned. “What I would do to that ass if I were there…”
“Are you an ass man, Brayden?”
“I’m an Alex man. There’s not one thing about you that doesn’t turn me on. I’m not exaggerating either. Today when we were buying the stove, you asked the guy checking us out if he had any coupons lying around, and it made me want to wrap your hair around my fist and yank your mouth to mine.”