Wardrobe Malfunction(17)
“Depends. You’re not armed, are you?”
I swivel at the sound of Vaughn’s voice behind me.
He’s standing in the doorway of what I’m guessing is the bedroom. His hair is wet from the shower. He’s wearing black trackpants and a fitted tank. He looks amazing.
Turns out, my attraction for him is still there—pin in ball sack aside.
He walks toward me. Eyes set on mine. My heart stutters.
He stops a foot away. “We need to stop meeting like this, Pins.” His voice is low, throaty. It does funny things to me. “People will start talking.”
“Hello, Mr. West. And please don’t call me that.”
“Vaughn. And don’t call you what?”
“Pins.”
“Why not? I think it’s cute. And apt. Don’t you, Alex?” His head tips to the side as he casts a glance at Alex.
“Leave me out of this.” Alex chuckles from behind me.
Vaughn’s eyes come back to mine, and a smile graces his lips.
Damn, he looks good when he smiles.
“It’s not apt. It’s…insulting,” I state calmly. “And a little annoying.”
“It annoys you? Oh. Well then, of course, I’ll stop calling you it.”
“Thank you,” I exhale, relieved.
“No problem, Pins.”
Argh!
Deep breaths, Charly. He’s just doing it to wind you up. Don’t react.
“Right. I’m heading to my room—unless you need me to stay?”
I sense Alex move, but I can’t see what he’s doing because Vaughn and I are currently locked in a staring battle.
“Nah, you’re good to go,” Vaughn answers him, eyes still on me.
Don’t blink, Charly.
“Unless Pins plans on giving me another injury. Then, I might need you to stay. I know how lethal she can be. I have the hole in my ball to prove it.”
And I blink.
Mother-trucker!
He smiles a winning smile.
The hot jerk.
I grit my teeth and breathe out through my nose. Then, I fix a sickly sweet smile on my face. “I wasn’t planning on puncturing any more of your tiny body parts. But the night’s still young, so…maybe.” I lift my shoulder, causing my sweater to slip a little further. I see his eyes go to it and then back to my eyes.
“Tiny? Ha! You crack me up. Oh, and, Pins, the cock warmer you made me—extra-large, you said? Yeah, it doesn’t fit.”
“Too big?”
“Funny. Too small. Way too small.”
“I think I should stay,” Alex says. “You two might need a referee.”
“We’ll be fine.” I give Alex my most professional smile.
“Yeah, Pins and I will be just fine,” Vaughn states.
God, he’s an annoying, gorgeous bastard. How can I want to kiss his face off and smack him on it at the same time?
“Okay. Well, I’m just next door if you need me.”
I hear the door shut, signaling that Alex has left, and then it’s just Vaughn and me, alone.
Vaughn
Maybe I should have had Alex stay. Not because I fear for my safety, but because I have the strong urge to fuck her.
I spent most of last night trying not to think about her.
And having her here isn’t helping anything. Arguing with her is like the best kind of foreplay ever.
Fuck, is she hot, and that mouth of hers…that fucking smart-ass, sexy mouth of hers that I would love to see wrapped around my cock.
But, nope, not gonna do it.
I’m just here for this movie. No fucking around.
I promised Jack and myself.
“So, we’re doing this?” My voice comes out sounding sharper than I intended.
“Yep. Put this on for me, please,” she says, holding out a crisp white shirt.
I take the shirt from her. “Should I put some music on? I know how you like to twerk before you work.” I snort at my own rhyme. I’m such a fucking loser. “I don’t have any of Madonna’s early stuff, but I think I have ‘Vogue’ on my phone. I’m pretty sure I remember the dance routine as well, if you want me to join in?”
She stares at me for a moment, and then laughter bursts from her. The sound is like sunshine. If sunshine had a sound.
“You’re such a tool.” She laughs again. “Just put the damn shirt on, so we can get this over with.”
A big grin on my face, I peel my tank off and put the shirt on, buttoning it up.
I notice she doesn’t once look at me. She busies herself with her sewing stuff at the dining table.
“Ready?” she asks.
“Yep.”
When she turns to me, she has that damn pincushion on her wrist again, and I swear to God, my balls shrink in on themselves.
“Do you have to use pins? They’re making my balls twitch.”
She snorts out a laugh. “Afraid so. But don’t worry; I won’t get you again.” She steps closer, and I get a whiff of raspberries and vanilla, like I smelled yesterday. “I promise.”
I stare down into her eyes. They’re blue. Dark. Like the color of blueberries.
“I’ll put my hand inside the fabric to protect your skin. I could have done that yesterday, but it didn’t seem appropriate to put my hand down your pants the first day I met you.”