The Cravers

12. Key

I slowly stirred, opening my eyes.

"Kingsley Scott! Where the hell are you? You damn liar!"

I jumped at the sound of a screaming guy. My heart raced and I got up.

Heavy footsteps followed. I could sense the tension in the air. Before my eyes, a guy walked in to the room. I gulped. 

When his eyes found mine, the fury in them dissipated. "Oops, sorry. I didn't know Kingsley brought someone a guest." He slowly approached me,walking sensibly until he began to stagger at me like a drunkard.

To my horrified expression, I got a wiff of alcohol from his breath. I steadied him. "Easy."

What was up with these boys. All I have been meeting was guys who loved to drink. But this was possibly not excusable--it was only morning!

"Who are you?" I asked.  

"I should be asking you that question---you're in my place."

I raised a dubious brow. "So you're Parker?"

He nodded sloppily and slouched down the couch. "Bring me some beer, would you?"

But his eyes rolled to meet mine and a sly grin curved his lips. He had light freckles on his nose and light brown eyes. He absorbed my face, trying to decipher something. "Well, hello. This is the first time I'm seeing you here."He noted my body from head to toe. "Kingsley's finding some fine girls." He whispered. "He always shares his girls with me."

I stared at him eyes wide open. I didn't know why I didn't slap him across his face but I was too afraid and taken aback by his words.  "Uhh...you're cute and all. But if you don'tsober up the next second, you'll see the worst side of hell." I  glared at him.

"I like you." He started running his fingers through his hair but nevertheless abided by my voice.

Someone cleared their throat.

I turned around, greeted by a shirtless Kingsley Scott. I tried not to gape or rivet my eyes so embarrasingly. But his abs were glistening with water and his hair was dripping wet from the shower. 

Holy thoughts. Holy thoughts.

Look at them abs! I was having a hard time. I shouldn't be here. 

"Good morning, Holland." He said smoothly. "Parker," Kingsley spoke calmly but with certainty. "Have you been drinking?"

Parker's eyes rolled lazily and he supported himself off. "We have business, Scott."

I breathed in and out, trying to subdue the blush. I just stared at his chest, being unable to keep my eyes from looking anywhere else. His abs were rock solid, with a sculpted  chest. He had the body of greek god. Lean and muscular. Even the long veins on his arms made my mouth water.

Kingsley caught my gaze, and I blushed harder. "Do you need another minute or something?"

"Wh-what?" I whispered. Was I that obvious?

He bit his lip and walked into his room only to come back with a shirt on. "I'll remember to wear a shirt around you, Holland." His eyes grinned at me, knowing exactly what was going through my mind. The smile just made me ache with want.

I flushed inside out, glancing around the room as a stranger. "Oh, please." 

"Why were you on the couch?"Parker questioned me.

"I'm a guest." I stated simply. "Trust me, if you're friend was too drunk---kind of like you---we would have never met."

"Lies. Lies. Lies." Kingsley yawned. "It's all because she wanted to see me shirtless."