He twisted off the cap of the water bottle Vicki had just handed him. “I had a couple of beers.” After gulping down half the bottle, he rested his forearms on his thighs as he glanced at the TV. “Your old man is losing his steam.” He grinned, no doubt enjoying that piece of news.
I pressed my back into the edge of the counter. “What do you want?”
Vicki took her soda can, which I’d set on the counter.
Ryker raised an eyebrow at me. “Remember our convo in the pool house?”
I hadn’t been able to shake his words. He’d been so sure that I would be in his bed with him between my legs.
Yep.“Nope.”
He gave me a mischievous grin, almost sending me over the edge. In another minute, I would strip off my pajama shorts and tank for him, not even caring if Vicki watched.
His gaze drifted around the room. “How big is your bed?” He rose. “Which room is yours?”
Vicki choked. “That one over there.” She was quick to point it out.
“Traitor,” I said again, not sounding at all like I was angry with her.
Ryker walked over and poked his head in. “Mmm. That size will do.” Then he went in.
What the heck?
Vicki giggled.
I stomped over to the doorway. “Get out.”
The man owned my bed. “Not until we talk.”
Suddenly, an image of Ryker and me between my sheets flashed before me.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
Vicki waltzed over and nudged me in. “Seriously, you two need to screw and be done with it. I’ll head downstairs and make myself busy.”
I grabbed her arm. “Oh no, you don’t.”
“At least hear what he has to say,” she said.
That was the problem. I wouldn’t be listening to anything except our heavy breathing. Not only that, it didn’t thrill me that I would be just another girl on his playboy-style list.
“Yeah, Heaven. Listen to your friend,” Ryker whined in a husky voice. “I have a proposition for you. I’m sure you’ll want to hear all about it.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Nope.”
Vicki shoved me farther inside. “I’ll be downstairs.” The door to our dorm room opened then closed.
I hovered near my dresser, staying super close to the door, as my stomach swirled like a tornado and my lady parts screamed for release.
Ryker, on the other hand, smirked. “I do like your roommate.” Then his gaze went on a hike, checking me out from my bare toes up to my extremely short pajama bottoms then to my breasts, which were poking out a little too much in my drab tank top.
He leaned back on my bed, propping up on his elbows. “I would like for you to consider doing the fundraiser with the team. Before you say no, hear me out.”
If it meant he would leave soon, I was in. So I folded my arms over my chest and waited for him to continue.
“The team thinks that adding a girl to the program would be fun and change things up. Plus, we feel we might be able to raise more if there’s a mixture of guys and gals. Our goal this year is to raise twenty thousand dollars to support the Chelsea House for Battered Women.”
I could see the team raising that amount with Ryker alone as hungry as women were to get their hands on him.
