Unthinkable (Unstoppable 2)

“Fair enough. I’ll just eeny meeny miney mo for it.”

Catching on quickly, Leon cupped his palms over his dick and angled his body away from me. “You can get that idea out of your head right fucking now, Lissa.”

“Oh, Pretty Boy,” I gave my head a rueful shake, “I knew you wouldn’t take it like a man.”

“I’ll fucking take a man,” he said, then stopped and frowned. “Wait, that came out wrong.”

My mouth curved. “Did it?”

He huffed through his nose and glowered down at me. “For someone so hot, you’re fucking infuriating, Alissa.”

I elevated a shoulder. “It’s a gift.”

“It’s a pain in my ass.”

“Sounds like you’d enjoy that.”

His lips formed a flat line, majorly unimpressed. “I’m into pussy, not dick, Snow Queen.”

“Not even a little? Everyone dabbles, right?” I pinned him with my eyes.

His immediately shot wide, interest well and truly peaked like I knew it would be. The guy was so predictable I could set my watch by him. “Alissa Bedford, have you dabbled?”

Rising on my toes, I leaned in close and let my lips hover over the shell of his ear until a low growl rumbled in his chest. “I’m not like you, pretty boy, I don’t kiss and tell.” I slapped a hand to his chest then murmured, “Except to say I had a lot of fun with a sexy redhead at Summer Camp a couple of years ago.” With a pinched grin, I whirled around and strode away. There was no redhead, and I never went to Summer Camp. But he didn’t know that.

“Snow Queen, where the fuck are you going?”

I walked away with an extra sway to my hips and waved over my shoulder.

“You’re seriously gonna leave me hanging like that! That’s fucking bad form, Lissa!”

I

heard his drawn-out groan as I sauntered through the door.

Torturing him should have been way more fun, and it might have been if I didn’t suddenly feel the need to launch my ass into the pool. Leon wasn’t the only one I’d gotten all worked up.

I needed a cold shower.

And then a lobotomy.

EIGHT

LISS

“You’re sure you won’t come?”

Riley sighed. “It’s the last thing I want to do right now.”

My brow creased as I peered down at the phone on my dresser. “Might be good to get out. Sitting thinking about it—”

“We agreed we weren’t going to talk about it.”

I expelled a breath. “For how long, Ri?”

Silence filled the muggy air in my bedroom.

Dropping my feet to the ground, I twisted the mascara wand back onto the tube, then strolled to the window and creaked it open a couple of inches. “Okay, I’ll shut up. For now. Want me to come there instead?”