Frayed (Torn #2)(21)

“Can I speak to Taylor?” a soft, angelic voice came on the other end, a tad shaky.

Taylor tried to grab the phone from my ear, but I out maneuvered him and slapped his hand away. “Taylor is unavailable at the moment. Can I take a message?” I sounded flirty and buoyant. Possibly because I was still drunk , , o o r maybe because I was having a blast making Taylor squirm—in any case I sure was having a terrific time.

Instead of answering my question, Megan went straight for an interrogation of her own. “Are you his girlfriend?”

Taylor was behind my back trying to steal his phone from my tight hold, but I managed to move away from him and tried to crawl using my elbows. His hands were too quick, though. He swiftly grabbed my ankles, pulling them towards him. With will and might, I tried to kick his hands off except I somehow ended up being rolled over on my back. Looking away from him, I focused on the call. “Taylor and I aren’t like that. We’re just f*uk buddies, you know,” I wickedly said, breathless.

Megan gasped at my crude retort. She hung up a second after that. Oh, boo! I wanted to toy with Taylor some more, but Megan cut it short. “Here, she hung up on me. Megan sounds lovely by the way. I could just picture her as ladylike and very proper.”

I handed him his phone back, but I stiffened in the midst of it. I was frozen on the f*uking spot when I caught his eyes staring sharply at my slightly, parted legs. I swallowed nervously, my throat suddenly dry at the dark intensity of his hungry, devouring gaze. I felt utterly clueless what to do next. I couldn’t even summon enough energy to close my parted thighs. It was as if his eyes had the power of holding them in place while they simultaneously showed me how badly he wanted me.

“Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?” Taylor was finally able to rasp out, his voice decadently heavy with desire, eyes still glued on my exposed, bare genitalia.

“I never wear any when I’m sleeping,” I whispered before I urged my body to move. I counted from one to ten and willed my body to do so. When it finally did, I was still shaken. Shaken from my response to him, but most of all, shaken from the desire I heard in his voice. Taylor and I can’t happen. That’s that. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to flash you. I wasn’t trying to seduce you, in case you’d think otherwise.”

“Right, I forgot, I’m not your type. Of course you wouldn’t be seducing men like me. It never crossed my mind that you would.” Taylor gave me a curt nod and removes himself back to the side of the bed he had been inhabiting before we got interrupted by Megan.

Once we quieted, I couldn’t leave the subject alone. “You sound mad. Is that because you wanted me?”

Taylor hissed again. “Any man with a dick would be turned on at a close-up of a vagina. It was just a normal reaction for any hot-blooded male. You shouldn’t dwell on it.”

His stupid tone irked me to pieces. “Good to know. Sex with you would be a damn snore anyway. So, don’t even toy with the idea.” I declared before rolling on my side. I waited for his reply, but it never came.

In fact, Taylor was silent. I wondered if he was asleep, but my pride wouldn’t let me check if he was or not.

I fell asleep listening to his breathing. The last thought I had was him, and that look he had earlier. The one where his gaze told me how much he wanted to f*uk the living shit out of me.





Chapter 9


Trista


The next day, I woke up alone in bed. My eyes were stuck staring at the dent Taylor’s head made on the pillow. My fingers softly trailed the outline while my thoughts brought me back to the events of last night.

All he needed was a little nudge and things would’ve have turned out hot and heavy, but I knew I couldn’t go there. Dragging my body off the bed, I took a long shower. Once done, I managed to style my hair and put some make-up on. Memories of Taylor the night before made my heart skitter inside my chest throughout the routine of getting ready.

I had decided that today I would pretend like last night wasn’t awkward at all. Taylor was a decent guy. I suppose, he could be slotted in the “gentleman” section.

I gave my reflection a once over and found satisfaction in what I saw. I perked up before I left the bedroom. What greeted me, though, was not what I had expected. There were four girls outside enjoying the mid-sized pool, overlooking the sea. What caught my interest was the fact that Taylor was with them. Engaging and obviously enjoying the attention these women gave him.

The outdoor dining table had food and pastries scattered about. Lindsey was on the other end typing her fingers away. She looked up when she saw me pull up a chair and join her. “Hey, you missed lunch again!”

I gave her a small smile. “Nothing new there. Go back to whatever you’re doing. I’m going to eat and go through my phone.”

Lindsey quickly glanced at the playful women. “Those were the New Yorkers I met last night. They seem to have taken a major interest in Taylor. I think they’re trying to see who gets him first. It’s like a competition.”

I don’t care about him and his stupid women. “That’s awesome! The guy needs some lovin’, too.” I may not mean it, but it sounded believable. No matter how loud they got, I trained myself not to look in their direction. Instead, I poured myself a cup of coffee and loaded my plate with food.

“You don’t sound that convincing to me, but okay, whatever you say,” said the doubtful woman as she typed away on her keyboard.