“Come on,” I heard Jayson say. “Let’s go inside. You need to sleep it off.”
Surprisingly enough, Carter followed meekly inside after him. I frowned, still watching as Jayson closed the door behind himself. I remembered how protective he had been the night before. Now, he had shown that same sort of calmness and concern for his friend. Maybe there was more to my new neighbor than met the eye. Maybe I should give him a chance.
Maybe he wasn’t just some asshole drummer who would move on to the next girl before my bed was even cold.
There was definitely a part of me that wanted to give him that chance, to get to know him better and to see where this could go. I had never been more turned on by anyone before. What was I missing out on? The only way to know was to give this a shot.
For a moment, I stood there indecisively. Then, I shook my head. I was already going to be late getting in to work. Even though there was no one checking what time I came in, I had a lot of things that needed to get done. If I wanted to move up in the company, I needed to impress everyone with how dedicated I was to my position.
No more dillydallying thinking of rock stars and sex. I had a career to focus on. If I let that go down the drain, then there was no point in being here at all.
9
Jayson
I could have killed Carter for his interruption that morning. All day, I couldn’t get out of my mind how hot Leah had been, sitting up on her countertop like that and begging me for more. She had a scent that drove me wild, and I knew instantly that I could never get enough of the taste of her.
I had never felt so invested in pleasing someone before. Maybe it was just that she was so vocal about what she wanted, her whole body showing me just what she needed more of, from the way she moved into my ministrations to the way that she whimpered and gasped when I’d gotten her close.
I had wanted her to come, to watch her fall apart, to feel her body shudder as it was rocked by pleasure. As for me, I had been achingly hard just going down on her, and I’d been so ready to slide into her once I got her off once… or maybe twice.
I’d had to walk out on those ideas, all because Carter was drunk and couldn’t remember the way back to his place. I couldn’t resent him for it, though. To be honest, I was too worried about him. I had never seen him like that before, and I felt bad for all my mean thoughts about him lately. Clearly there was something really wrong, and I’d had my head so far up my ass worrying about making it big that I hadn’t even noticed.
He was sleeping now on the couch in my living room while I tiptoed around my place. There was a part of me that wanted to go knock on Leah’s door, but I knew there was no way she was home right now anyway. She must have gone off to work at some point. And given how seriously she took her job, if she had gotten there late, she would no doubt stay there just as late, making sure that she still put a full day in.
I couldn’t help but want to pick up where we had left off, though.
I was surprised by the light knock on my door late that afternoon. For a moment, I couldn’t help but just stare at Leah. She was holding a pizza box in her hand, and as I left her standing there, she arched an eyebrow at me, smirking. “Just going to keep me waiting?” she asked, and I had a feeling she wasn’t just talking about the fact that she was still standing there on my front stoop.
I wanted nothing more than to yank her into my arms and pick up where we had left off that morning. But Carter was still sleeping on my couch just behind me, and the last thing I needed was for him to wake up, see me with Leah, and remember me shoving him away from her the night before. I could only imagine how that would go down.
So I took a step back, letting Leah inside and letting her see that I wasn’t alone. She glanced at Carter and then turned back to me, holding out the pizza. “I figured I owed you dinner since you were kind enough to try to cure my hangover earlier,” she explained.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I said, even though at the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder if that was just an excuse to come see me. Maybe she had been thinking about me the same way I had been thinking about her.