Time Will Tell (Maybe #3)(12)

“What do you have going on at the clubhouse?” I ask curiously, lifting my feet up onto the coffee table in front of me.

“Party,” he replies, grinning. “I’d bring you, but it’s for Wind Dragon club members only. Like I said, another chapter is here and we always show them a good time. Offer them our hospitality and shit.”

“I can only imagine what kind of party,” I reply in a dry tone, making Zach laugh.

“You could always prospect for the club and find out,” he says, smirking. Not the first time he’s said something like this, and it won’t be the last.

“No, thanks,” I reply. “This is just a temporary visit.”

“I know, I know,” he mutters. “Did you enjoy last night?”

I glance at him. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

More like, I don’t f*ck and tell because I actually didn’t kiss her on the mouth. I know that makes me an *, but she knew why she was there and it wasn’t for me to romance her with sweet kisses—it was for both of us to get off. Besides, after staring at Trillian’s lips all night, hers paled in comparison, and I had no desire to taste them.

“Well, I know from experience, she’s good at head,” he adds casually.

Did he really just say that? This guy.

My eyes narrow dangerously. “Please don’t tell me you passed me your sloppy seconds?”

He shrugs. “What? It’s hard to find a hot girl in town I haven’t been with.”

You could look right next door for one.

“You’re something else, you know that?” I reply, shaking my head. “We’re close but we’re not that close. I don’t want someone who’s had your dick in her mouth.”

Zach laughs, spreading his arms out on the back of the couch. “It was a while back, don’t worry. It wasn’t like it happened recently.”

That’s not the f*cking the point.

“The next time you bring a girl my way, I’m going to be a lot more wary.” As in, I’m going to say no way in hell.

“Oh, come on, I was a good host.”

I shake my head at him. “You’re f*ckin’ insane.”

He just grins.

Why is he my friend again?

*****

I knock on the door twice and take a step back. Rubbing my palms together, I hear the door unlock then slide open.

“Hey, Xander,” she says, smiling shyly. Her cheeks are a little pink, and her hair is tied up and piled on top of her head. She’s so beautiful that for a second, I don’t speak, but just take her in.

“Xander?”

“Hey, Trillian,” I finally say.

She opens the door wider. “Come on in, make yourself at home.”

I step inside and she closes the door behind me. I smell something delicious and sweet.

“What did you want to do tonight?” she asks as we walk side by side into a large kitchen. She stands next to the oven while I stare at her ass as she bends over to open it.

“What would you normally be doing tonight?” I ask, wanting to know more about her.

She straightens and turns to me. “Nothing much. Studying, probably. Or reading. Or baking.”

I glance down at the oven. “What are you baking?”

She grins and I notice a dimple in her right cheek. Christ, she’s f*ckin’ cute.

“Cupcakes. Have a seat.”

I move to the table and take a seat.

“Can I get you something to drink or eat?” she asks as she watches me.

Fuck, she’s sweet.

“I’m okay, thanks. I thought we could maybe grab some dinner somewhere,” I say. I haven’t eaten anything since Zach and I had pizza for lunch.

“Okay, sounds good,” she replies. “I’ll just finish the cupcakes and then we can go.”

I nod. I want to address what happened last night, but know there isn’t a way to speak about it without the two of us admitting what is going on in our heads. I don’t think I’m ready for that, and I have no idea how she feels. She’s just a gorgeous, decent, sweet nice girl, and for all I know, she could be like this with everyone. Still, I’m drawn to her. I don’t know why, but I am.

“Who are the cupcakes for?” I find myself asking. “They smell good.”

She blushes. “They’re not for anyone exactly. I just felt like baking. Zach always comes over and eats them or my friend April. Grim drops by every now and again, too.”

I don’t know what she’s blushing over exactly, but I smile at her in an attempt to make her more comfortable around me.

“You can eat one from my first batch,” she says, watching me expectantly.

I pick up one and take a big bite.

“It’s good,” I say, moaning softly. “Really good.”

I don’t know if it tastes so good just because I know she made it, but either way, it just melts in my mouth. Vanilla with choc chips. I approve.

“Thanks,” she says, ducking her head. “They’re easy enough to make. Anyone could do it.”

“I doubt anyone could,” I tell her. “Especially this good.”

She glances up and smiles. It hits me straight in the chest.

I don’t know why, but I want her to like me even though nothing can ever come of it.