“Okay, but you asked for it.” He winked. “So, after realizing that we couldn’t take you back to your place, we decided to bring you here since it was obviously the next safest option. Alex sat next to you in the back seat to make sure you didn’t puke in the car while I drove. You started talking about how you rarely go out, and that it sucked that the first guy to flirt with you in so long turned out to be a creep. And then you started on about how it was too bad that Alex or I weren’t the ones flirting with you instead.” He smirked.
“Oh, awkward. I’m sorry,” I said, shifting in my seat and inconspicuously pulling the hem of my dress further down my thigh. At least that wasn’t too bad. I could’ve done much worse than admitted they were hot.
“Oh, it’s no problem. Plus, I wasn’t done with the story,” he laughed. Shit. “Wanna hear the rest?” I nodded. I may as well, if only so that it would deter me from getting that shit-faced drunk ever again.
“Well, after that you went on about how attractive you thought we were, and you decided to snuggle up to Alex in the back seat. Then, well, you were sort of rambling and not making much sense, but you asked if we were taking you to our place to fuck you. When we said no, you pouted and asked why not. We explained that even though you’re very attractive, we weren’t about to fuck you when you were drunk as hell and barely conscious. You were fairly upset and very whiny.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. That’s so embarrassing.” I buried my head in my hands, my elbows propped on the kitchen island. The little voice in the back of my mind yelled, they said you’re very attractive! I ignored it.
“It wasn’t that bad. Plus, it was kind of flattering,” he added with another smirk. “Anyway, why don’t you go upstairs and shower while we get dinner ready? There are towels in the tall cabinet by the door, there’s an extra toothbrush in the left drawer, and I can get you some extra clothes to wear since you’ve been in that dress since last night. It looks great and all, but I can’t imagine it’s the most comfortable thing to wear.” His eyes roamed down my body and back up as he spoke, and my breath caught in my throat.
I agreed that I desperately needed to shower and followed Damien up the stairs so he could get me something else to wear. After rummaging around in a hallway closet for a moment, he procured a pair of red flannel pajama pants and a large black t-shirt. “These should work,” he said. “They may be a bit big, but they’re Alex’s, so they’ll at least fit. Holler if you need anything.” I nodded and stepped into the bathroom, imagining him coming in and ripping my dress off, touching me . . . Shit. Stop thinking. The damn voice in my head had a mind of its own, and all it wanted right now was for this massive, muscular, tattooed man to have his way with me. The way he had looked at me moments ago surely didn’t help.
The steam from the shower fogged up the mirror as I peeled off my skintight dress from the night before. My long brown hair was still a mess despite my efforts to tame it earlier. Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water run down my body. It was almost hot enough to burn, but that was how I liked it—like the fires from hell, which is where I probably belonged at this point. Surveying the various soap bottles, I was surprised to see that there were actually some decent brands of shampoo and conditioner. Most guys I knew usually went for the cheap 6-in-1 shit.
After washing my hair thoroughly, I picked up the bottle of body wash and lathered myself in it, scrubbing away the grime and sweat from the night before. It was a strong, heady smell that reminded me of leather and expensive cologne. I vaguely remembered thinking last night that Alex had smelled nice. Maybe this was his. An image floated into my mind of Alex standing here naked, lathering himself in this same soap, his dark hair falling across his eyes, his hands roaming across his body and down to his . . .
Jesus Christ, get a hold of yourself, Serena.
I cleared my mind (again) and stayed in the shower until the water began to cool down, then dried myself with a soft, blue towel. I pulled my bra from the small pile of clothing I had made in the corner of the bathroom but opted to forgo putting the panties from last night back on. The clothes Damien had given me were still baggy and draped from my limbs, but they were soft and comfortable. Now that I was clean and cozy, all I wanted was to eat and relax for the rest of the night. I still needed to figure out how I was getting home.