Page 17 of Promising You
“What do you mean?”
“Making people get you stuff. Having your fridge stocked instead of buying your own groceries. I thought you didn’t like that.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He takes the soda from my hand and sets it on the granite-topped counter behind me. He steps closer until I’m backed up against the counter, then puts his lips to mine.
I pull back. “Garret, I’m serious. Is this the type of life you want? Having people wait on you all the time?” I turn my head so he can’t kiss me again.
“It’s just a stocked fridge. It’s not that big a deal. And there aren’t any grocery stores nearby. Just little corner stores. And if we find one of those we have to carry bags of groceries and cases of soda down the street. It’s not as easy to get stuff here as it is back home.”
“I guess I didn’t think about that.” I face him again. “Okay, but I better not catch you hiring someone to fill your dorm fridge.”
“My dorm fridge. That’s a good idea.” He kisses me again before I can even get a good eye roll in. His tongue teases my mouth as his body presses against me. A wave of heat courses through me and I get all tingly inside.
I break from the kiss. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I didn’t mean to say it like that, all forceful and demanding, but I really want to be with him and we’re finally alone. I don’t have to worry about his dad walking in. Or Lilly. Or Katherine. Or any of the hired help.
“Already? We just got here. Shit, that must have been some kiss.” He flashes that cocky grin that for some stupid reason always turns me on.
I reach under his shirt, feeling his rock-hard stomach. “Are you saying you don’t want to?”
“Hell, no.” He grabs my hand and takes me down the hall to the master bedroom.
I yank him back. “That’s your Dad’s bed. Gross! There’s no way I’m doing it in there.”
“It’s a king-size bed. The other room has a queen.” He tugs on me again but I won’t budge. “Jade, the cleaning lady was just here. The sheets are all fresh and clean.”
“Forget it. We just won’t do it.” I wait, knowing there’s no way in hell he’s forgetting it.
“Oh, we’re doing it.” He leads me to the other bedroom. “Is this better?”
“Much better.” The room is very modern with a sleek platform bed and dark wood furniture. It looks like an expensive hotel room.
As I toss the decorative pillows off the bed, I notice Garret struggling to take his t-shirt off.
“This is so embarrassing but I need some help here.” He laughs as he tries again. “That shot the doctor gave me made my shoulder stiff and now I can’t get my shirt off. Can you help?”
“Can I help you get naked?” I smile. “Yeah, I can do that.” I maneuver the shirt over his head and arms and toss it on the floor. “You need some help with your pants, too?”
He tilts his head and smiles. “Yes, please.”
“I was kidding. You don’t need help.”
“No. But Iwanthelp.”
I take the rest of his clothes off and he gets into bed. I start to quickly take off mine, but then slow down, giving him a show.
“What’s this? A striptease?” I can hear the excitement in his voice. Guys are so freaking easy to please.
“Yeah, so sit back and enjoy.” I slowly slide my jeans off.
“Damn, I’m taking you to New York more often.”
It makes me laugh. “It’s not about New York. I’m just spicing things up a little.” I leave my black bra and panties on and climb on top of him.
“What about the rest of it?” He whispers as he kisses my neck.
I sit up on my knees showing myself off. “You’re supposed to look at it first. The bra matches the panties. I swear. You guys tell us you like this stuff, so we wear it for you and then all you want to do is take it off.”
He takes a moment to look at it, then focuses on my face again. “Okay, I’ve seen it. It looks great. Now take it off.”
