I sit with a start. I'd fallen asleep naked on the living room floor. Fantastic. I scramble for my clothes and phone. The phone clock reads 2 A.M. The hum in my brain says I need to get rolling.
I pull on my boxers and stumble toward the hallway. “Syd?”
She enters the living room from the kitchen, wearing a camouflage t-shirt hanging halfway to her knees. My camouflage t-shirt.
I point at her. “Take that off.”
Admittedly, she looks good in it, but this can't happen. None of this wearing my clothes shit. One night stands shouldn't wear my clothes, not even on the second night.
The fact the one-nighter is on round deux might indicate I have a problem. I don't have time to deal with it right now. Phil needs to die.
She frowns and looks down at herself. “I thought we could squeeze in one—”
“No. No time for anything else.”
She glances at me. “Want me to take you to the airport?”
“No, thank you,” I say, sharper than I intended, but I know what's coming. Of course, Syd doesn't, and I'm just being a jerk and insensitive to her feelings or whatever. She isn't supposed to have feelings, though. Not about me. Not about this. “Get out.”
She quirks her lips, and then stalks into the living room and changes. She seems to have to bend over a lot for someone replacing a single item of clothing with another.
Tease.
She catches me staring as she straightens her dress and gives a taunting smile. I force a scowl, turning for the hallway. No time for her nonsense. Even if I wanted—which I do.
She comes up and slides her arm over my shoulder.
I start to protest, but she steps around to my front and presses her lips against mine. Her hand goes to the back of my head, and her tongue slips into my mouth. I deepen the kiss. My hand slides under her dress.
The hum kicks up. A reminder.
I pull away and nod toward the front door. She rolls her eyes, pushing past me. My gaze follows her as she crosses the living room and plucks up her purse.
“Stop calling me, Syd.”
With a sly glance over her shoulder, she says, “Let me know when you get back.”
She blows me a kiss and leaves.
I consider going after her. Maybe I could drag one more hour out of my brain.
Thirty minutes?
I shake my head. Time to focus.
Time to kill.
