“Dude.” I gently set Denise down so she’s now standing next to me, her arm quickly going to wrap around mine. “I thought you were supposed to be at Grace’s.”
He shrugs, eyes flickering back and forth between me and Denise. I don’t know what inclines me to do so but I slightly move in front of Denise when I’m awfully aware of how tight her crop top is. Preston notices and rolls his eyes, a smug look on his face.
I know he’d never try anything and I also know if he did, Denise would probably have no problem kicking him in the balls, but the man does have eyes and Denise is one hell of a sight to look at.
“She said we either start dating or we’re done.” Preston finally answers my question about Grace.
Not that I cared about the lack of him hanging around the brunette, I just kind of hoped to have the apartment to myself with Denise, although his presence isn’t going to stop me regardless.
Denise begins looking around, annoyance already settling into her shoulders. “Please tell me she’s not here.”
“Fuck no,” both Preston and I say at the same time but where I laugh, he pulls his lips back in disgust.
This guy has really got to get his shit together.
Grace is just as much of a piece of work but them together? Might as well start preparing for the end of the world.
“Well, congratulations for your week of peace.” Preston rolls his eyes but he’s just as aware of the back and forth between the both of them. “But Denise and I are gonna head to my room.”
“Seriously? I’m right here.” He gestures to himself.
“Sorry Pres, but I can’t control the urge to get my hands on her.”
Denise laughs, lightly slapping my chest with the back of her hand.
Preston rolls his eyes. “Yeah? Well, try harder.”
“Aww, don’t worry, Nole,” I tease. “I’m sure you’ll find somebody worth giving a shit about someday.”
“Do you really think that?” Denise chuckles. “Caring about someone doesn’t seem easy for him.”
Wow, she’s pretty spot on for barely knowing the guy.
I shrug my shoulders. “Nah, someone will come along, but god save whoever it is. The guy is kinda intense.”
“No shit,” she agrees.
Preston flips both of us off before going back to watching his movie and pretending like we’re not even here. I take the opportunity to hoist Denise up onto my shoulder. I feel the breath from her startled laugh against my shirt as I walk her down the hallway and into my bedroom.
Once out of Preston’s line of sight, I slap the side of her ass and say, “Now where were we?”
Twenty-Three
Lucas
“I told you I’d meet you downstairs.” Denise leans against her doorframe, granting me the sight of her wearing a red slip dress that compliments her skin a little too well.
I fight the urge to tell her that maybe we should skip the dinner date in the city and just head to her room, but I know she’ll just purposely make my life ten times harder.
Hmm…maybe I should make that suggestion after all.
“I know,” I say. “But I wanted to give you these.”
Her grin turns into an unfiltered smile when she looks away from my face to the bouquet of red roses in my hands. She runs the tip of her index finger along the petals.
“You know the last time a guy tried to give me flowers, I made sure to tell how desperate it made him look.”
I shrug. “Well what a coincidence ’cause that’s exactly what I am for you, Princess. Desperate.”