“Oh, I hadn’t even thought to ask.” Ihadn’t remembered the plan for meeting on Saturday either. But having himaround on the weekend would be nice. He hadn’t come over last weekend and eventhough we’d talked on the phone when he’d checked up on me, it hadn’t been thesame as having him around.
I’d been bouncing back and forth all weekabout what to do about this weekend, but it looked like some of the decisionshad been taken out of my hands. I just wasn’t sure if that was a good thing ornot.
“Well, ask.” He grinned. “And I’ll tell theguys he’s coming. But oh, might want to warn him about us hanging out too.”
Shit.
“Really?” We hadn’t even slept togetheryet. That seemed like a bit soon to warn him about something like that.
He snorted. “Do you really want himsurprised like Simon was?”
Good point.
“Do you think someone would call him oncewe’re all drunk?” Simon and Shane weren’t that bad.
Jonah looked at me like I was stupid. “Ithink you’ll call him, moron.”
Yeah, even better point. “Fine. I’ll tellhim before the weekend and I’ll see if he wants to walk around the club.”
The plans and just the general space gaveme a thousand ideas for possible plots, but I wasn’t sure why the rest of theguys liked walking around the space. I could see Tristan being just generallycurious, though. He liked knowing what was going on in my life.
Yeah, the more I thought about it, the moreI realized he’d want to come.
I was definitely going to tell him aboutthe club walkthrough. “Oh, do you think he’s going to have an opinion on howdrunk I get?”
Laughter coming from the doorway said wehad an audience. Jonah just giggled as I sighed and turned. “Hello.”
Tristan was grinning ear to ear. “I finallymade myself a key since I can’t count on you getting up at a reasonable hour.”
“That’s very helpful, thank you.” Andpossibly a bit odd, but wait. “You said you were going to do that, didn’t you?”
He nodded, still grinning. “Yes, we talkedabout it earlier this week.”
“Oh.” I couldn’t be counted on rememberinganything when imagination was mixed with the general level of horniness heinspired in me. “I’m glad you remembered, then.”
Jonah giggled again. “At least someonedid.”
“You’re not helpful. Go home.” Jonah didn’ttake offense, just kept grinning and grabbed his stuff, waving on the way out.
“Do we need to have a talk about manners?”Tristan was still grinning, so I wasn’t concerned.
“If I’m nice and pay attention to peoplethey don’t want to leave.” I’d learned from Bradley how efficient being rudecould be.
Tristan laughed. “Fine. Just don’t pullthat crap with me.”
“Deal. But why would I want you to leave?”Even on the most practical level he was the one who seemed to feed me the most,so keeping him around was important.
His grin turned sweet. “Saying things likethat will definitely put me in a mood to rethink that no orgasm issue fromearlier.”
Oh, even better.
I could get used to honesty earning me anorgasm.
“Really?” Walking closer to him, I cuddledclose, making it clear how turned on I was.
The shirt he’d let me put on earlier beforeJonah had come hid some of it, but not enough to keep Tristan from realizingwhat he was doing to me.
His hands tightened around me and slid downto cup my ass.
