Page 76 of Watching Her

“You have! Oh, my God, and you didn’t tell me? How dare you. I need details. Lots of details. Pictures tell no lies?”

Instead of answering right away, I moved behind my desk, running my finger across my trackpad, which brought my screen back to life. “We might have spent a little quality time together. You saw the picture too?”

“It was gorgeous, girl. The backdrop. The lighting. The way you two were looking at each other.” Marlee fanned her face, even swiveling her hips.

“He was very handsome. Wasn’t he?”

“Yes, he was. You are one nasty bitch, slut.”

“Back at you, whore.” It was our way of teasing each other and we both laughed.

“Now, confess. Who is the hottie you’ve been shagging?”

Her terms were what made her such a colorful personality. “Well,” I started while trying to ignore HotAlphaMan’s post, although his words were still infuriating. “Do you remember me telling you about the mystery man?”

“I remember. I think your meet cute and everything else would make a perfect romantic comedy, better on screen though. Please tell me you’re involved in your own amazing dark fantasy.”

That was one way of putting it. I swiveled my chair while offering a salacious smile. “He happens to live in Louisville.”

“You’re kidding me?”

“No…”

Marlee narrowed her eyes. “And he found you or you found him, which was why he was at the wedding!”

“Well, he is one of Drake’s friends, so I don’t think I was the complete draw.”

She reared back, total confusion crossing her face. “Don’t sell yourself short. Is that why you suddenly left?”

“I didn’t leave. I just went to the penthouse.” I bit my lower lip, waiting for her response.

Her squeals were legendary amongst our friends, high pitched and capable of blowing out an eardrum. “You are kidding me.”

“No, he had a very nice suite at the hotel. Much nicer than my little house.”

“Wow. Now that must mean you’re supposed to be together. What is his name and don’t you dare keep me in suspense. I cannot believe you didn’t call me on Sunday morning.”

“I was a little busy on Sunday morning.” Teasing her was way too much fun.

“You are a terrible friend to keep me in the dark.” Who is this man?”

I’d honestly thought about keeping it a secret, a dark and delicious pleasure, especially since I had doubts we’d ever see each other again. “Christian Tempest.”

Marlee took another look at the painting as if putting two and two together. “The name rings a bell.”

“The Tempest Grand where I stayed in San Diego.”

“Oh, wow.” She walked closer, puffing out her cheeks with hot air. “So he’s some rich dude?”

“He’s some rich dude.”

“You are one lucky motherfucker. Gah. You are living a fantasy. Why are all the guys I go out with poor? Does he have a brother?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I have no idea. We really didn’t spend much time talking and the only getting to know each other was handled in… other ways.”

“You really are a slut. Are you seeing him again?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. We didn’t exchange numbers.”