Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

Piper looks back to me with an incredulous expression. "You have no fresh food."

"Leaving for the tour in two days."

"Still, you don't even have a lemon. Or an apple. Do you even have frozen broccoli?"

"Even?"

"Okay, you're right. It's your kitchen. You can keep it a bachelor pad." She slides onto the kitchen island and plants her palms on the counter.

The way she leans forward, pushing her dress lower and her breasts higher, makes it difficult to concentrate. For a second, she's not my friend's baby sister. She's a hot woman looking at me with lust in her gorgeous blue eyes.

A hot woman in my apartment.

A hot woman who could be naked in my bed in five minutes flat.

I shake it off. "You want anything specific?"

"Noodles."

"Any kind of pasta?"

She nods. "I'd kill for pho, but I doubt you have Vietnamese noodle soup laying around."

"Orange County girl," I tease. There's a huge Vietnamese population in central Orange County which means a ton of Vietnamese restaurants.

She beams with pride. "Born and raised."

"There's a place around here that does delivery." I pull out my phone to find the number. I'm greeted with a few dozen let's party text messages. I don't mind the booty calls but the others... "Remind me to change my number."

"Change your number." Her lips curl into a teasing smile.

Piper has a nice smile. I've never stopped to notice it before. I've always liked her as a friend, but we've never really spent any time together. Not alone.

Her brothers made sure of that.

Not that I blame them.

I find a place that delivers all night—even on holidays—and pass the phone to her.

It sounds with a text alert. Her eyes go wide. Her cheeks go red. "Oh my God." She stares at the phone with I can't look away horror.

Fuck. I grab the phone back. "How about you tell me what you want?"

"Does that work?"

"What?"

"Some random number sent you a nude and very specific instructions about what she'd like in return."

"Changing my number for a reason."

"Do you know that woman?"

I glance at the text. The woman did send a full-length nude, her face included. I've forgotten a lot of things, but I've never forgotten a fuck.

I don't know her.

"No," I reply.