Page 99 of Rest In Pieces
“You have no idea.” I sigh, wondering how I’m going to get her out of here.
As if reading my mind, G leans down so his mouth is next to my ear. “I’ll carry her up to one of the spare rooms.”
I bite my lip and turn to look at him. I don’t want to offend anyone, but Nevaeh has to be my top priority. “Will she be safe?” I ask him quietly.
He presses his forehead against mine. “No one will bother her. I promise. Come on, I’ll show you.”
I hesitate for a moment before nodding. I grab Nevaeh’s bag from the bar and watch as G scoops her into his arms. She rolls into him, murmuring something about buttered bagels, making me grin.
It’s funny how seeing my best friend in G’s arms doesn’t make me jealous in the slightest. But when Monica’s near him, I want to claw her eyes out. I guess it’s because I trust Nevaeh completely. There’s no way she’d ever betray me, and I’m grateful every day to have a friend like her.
We head out of the main area and up the stairs at the far side of the building. I look up at G to make sure he’s okay, but the man hasn’t even broken a sweat. I’m fit—I have to be—but if I’d tried to carry Nevaeh, I’d be a hot, sweaty mess.
It’s quiet on this side of the building, which is weird considering there’s a party going on downstairs.
“Get the last door on the left,” G tells me.
I move in front of him and open the door, revealing a clean and tidy room that smells faintly like furniture polish and laundry detergent.
“Since this is just a club party, no one will have access to this room except Blade.” He lays her down on the bed, then heads into the attached bathroom and comes back with a trash can, placing it beside the bed. “I’ll grab her some painkillers and a bottle of water for when she wakes up. Do you wanna leave her a note? I can find you some paper and a pen if you need it.”
“It’s okay. She always carries a notepad and a bunch of pens in her bag. I’ll take care of the note. You take care of the rest.”
He nods and heads for the door.
“G.”
He stops and looks over his shoulder at me.
“I really like you. I like how you look after me. I like how you look after my friend. You’re making it really hard for me not to fall in love with you.”
Suddenly, he turns and storms toward me, one hand sliding into my hair as the other grips my hip, pulling me to him. “Don’t fight it, Amity. Resistance is futile.”
I grin. “Did you just quoteStar Trekto me?”
He bites his bottom lip. “It’s fucking sexy as hell when you get my geeky references.”
“I don’t want to have sex in front of my drunk friend, but if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to resist climbing you like a tree.”
“She’s asleep. What would it matter?” he murmurs, his lips skimming my jaw.
“It matters.”
He sighs and pulls back, full-on pouting, which makes me snort.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Oh yeah?”
I point at his chest. “Geek,” then point at mine. “Movie buff.”
He tilts his head, wondering where I’m going with this.
“You collect memorabilia, right?” He nods, though I already knew the answer. I’ve seen the things in his room. “Well, I collect costumes,” I admit. “Trinity fromThe Matrix.” He swallows, and I know he’s picturing the head-to-toe black Lycra and latex outfit. “Or maybe you’d prefer Wonder Woman?” I continue, walking my fingers up his chest, knowing he likes his comic books. Then I go in for the kill, lifting up onto tiptoes to bite his earlobe before whispering, “Maybe you could be the Han Solo to my Princess Leia?”
He growls, spinning me around and pinning me against the wall. His mouth is on mine before I can take my next breath, his body pressing into me so I can feel just how hard he is.
“Princess Leia it is,” I gasp as he releases my mouth.