50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

50SOD II: Chapter Twenty-Three

    Naked. Intertwined. Skin on skin. Whispered conversation. Hypnotic music playing in the background. It was mid-afternoon and they were cuddling as if the sun had long since set.

    Buzzing. Interruption. Frustrated groans.

    Keeping one arm secure around Destiny, he raised his other arm and drew it across his eyes as if that would block out the sound of the buzzing.

    Destiny rolled over, straining against his arm. She picked up her cell phone from the nightstand. "It's Carlos. He's coming down to raid the fridge."

    Aubrey lifted his arm and peered at her. "Seriously?"

    "I do need to go grocery shopping," she said just as the doorbell rang.

    He started to sit up.

    She placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back down. "I'll get it. Relax."

    He didn't have to be told twice.

    After placing her phone back on the night stand, she got out of bed and looked around the room for something she could quickly throw on. The closest garment was a dress shirt of Aubrey's. The closest piece of clothing always seems to be one of his dress shirts, she thought as she slid her arms into the sleeves and slipped a few of the buttons through their holes. I'm surprised he doesn't sleep in these. She found her panties and pulled them up her legs.

    He lifted his arm again and stared at her. "You're not seriously going to answer the door in that."

    "It's Carlos." His words still made her feel self-conscious, so she tugged at the hem of the shirt, which hit her at close to mid-thigh.

    "Still."

    "He's going to be here for like, two minutes. I don't want to get fully dressed for that."

    He frowned.

    She tilted her head to the side as the doorbell rang again.

    Instead of giving her any form of approval, he turned over and clapped a pillow over his head.

    The doorbell sounded a third time and her steps were hurried as she left the bedroom. She brought a hand up to check her hair as she walked down the hallway. Her hair was still damp and probably looked a hot mess.

    Attempts at smoothing down her hair were still ongoing as she opened the door.

    The creamy pale complexion, electric blue eyes, and slick black hair that greeted her didn't belong to Carlos.

    "Brian."

    Those electric blue eyes were quick to travel down the length of her. The corner of his mouth lifted into a lazy smile. "Can I...come in?"