Crazy Girl(73)

She chuckled. “Yeah, you were sleeping like a rock.”

“How long have you been down here?”

Standing, she scurried over to me and wrapped her arms around my midsection. “A couple of hours. My mind wouldn’t stop. I had to get these words down.”

I squeezed her before kissing the top of her head. “And how are Katrina and Alex fairing in this novel?”

Pulling away, she gazed up at me, smiling. “Fairing pretty well.” I nodded, pleased with that answer as I knew these characters were modeled after us somewhat. If they were doing well, that meant Hannah thought we were doing well, too. I was equally proud of myself for remembering the characters’ names. Dudes didn’t pay much attention to things like that. Then again, I wasn’t the average guy. “Let me just save this document, and we can go get some breakfast, if you want. Afraid I don’t have much here. But there is coffee.”

“I definitely need some coffee.”

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pushed up on her toes for a kiss. I stayed straight at my full height and laughed when she curled her mouth, frustrated with me because there was no way we could kiss unless I bent to meet her. “Really? You’re not going to bend a little and help a shorty out?”

“What if I couldn’t, eh? What if I had an iron rod in my back that wouldn’t allow me to bend? What lengths would you go to kiss me, woman?”

Releasing her hold around my neck, she stepped back and huffed as she gazed about the room. Her brows lifted suddenly as if she’d found her answer before she flashed a look to me that said, watch this.

Moving across the room, she pulled a stack of books from the wall, my shirt rising up and revealing the curves of her ass, making me have to adjust myself where she couldn’t see. The pile wasn’t so high, but the books were thick, which made the entire pile too heavy for her to lift. She slid the stack across the floor until it was in front of me. Holding my shoulder, she stepped on the pile, which made her about an inch higher than me. Once she was steady, a victorious smirk captured her features and she wrapped her arms around my neck again.

“Isn’t this against some kind of religious book lover code or something? Stepping on the art of writers or something like that? Blasphemy of romance.”

“Nooo,” she assured me. “Because the act of stepping on these novels of romance was romantic in itself, my sin is washed away.”

“Good to know,” I feigned a relieved sigh. “I was worried you might be cast away into an eternity of no books or reading.”

She gasped, playing along before covering my mouth with her hand. “Don’t speak such vile and unholy words, child.”

I laughed. “Well, I’m deeply touched you would go to such lengths just for a smooch from me.”

She chuckled. “For all this effort, I expect the payout to be worthwhile.”

I grinned as I grabbed her ass and jerked her body to mine. “Yes, ma’am.” Our mouths met and her hands fisted my hair as I clutched her tightly to me. She raised one leg and hooked it around my hips. “Damn, Hannah,” I breathed as I pressed my erection against her. It only took seconds and the woman had me ready to kick the pile of books aside and take her right there on the floor, but a knock on the door hindered that.

We pulled apart, both of us a little breathless. I held her steady as she stepped off the books. “I swear, this better not be some kind of salesman.”

“Open the door, you whore. We know you’re in there,” a female shouted through the door. Three loud bangs followed. “Let us in.”

Hannah’s body shook with silent laughter as she covered her face with her hands. When she dropped them, she cut her eyes to me. “I apologize in advance.”

I raised my brows as she began unlocking the door. “Uh, should I go upstairs?”

She shook her head no. “They’ll only come up after you.”

Opening the door, two women entered with bright smiles and wide eyes that were immediately fixed on me. Both were attractive, though they looked a little hungover. As their stares left my face and drifted down my body, it occurred to me I was only wearing boxers. And Hannah only had on my shirt…with nothing on under it. But I guess Hannah’s lack of clothing didn’t matter much since they were all women. I was the center of attention here.

“Courtney and Kate,” Hannah sighed, tossing an apologetic look my way. “This is Wren.”

“You left your purse at Deanna’s house last night,” the one I believed to be Courtney, based on the order in which Hannah had introduced them, said as she extended her arm holding a small purse. Hannah reached for it, but the chick with the bright-colored hair dropped it before she got it into Hannah’s hand, and it plunked to the floor.

Hannah rolled her eyes as she bent to pick it up. “Thanks, Court. You two must’ve kept drinking after I left last night, eh?”

So I was right. The little one, Kate, hung her head. “Why did we drink so much wine?” Her voice sounded pained.

“Deanna was sober and kept serving us,” Hannah replied grimly. “That’s why I snuck out.”

“She called Will and Mike and told them we weren’t driving home.”

“Well we’ve just heard so much about you, Wren,” Kate said in a cheery Southern accent, redirecting the conversation. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”