Page 22 of King Larson
“I don’t know, Larson, but I feeeeeeeeelllllllllllsohot in this top,” she says, giggling. She’s so cute right now. But my mind is still on the ‘hot in this top’ comment.
Before I can say anything, she fusses with the hem of her top. I gulp, my body reacting.
“Leia, don’t—”
“Shhhhhhhhhh...” She puts her finger on my lips and opens her eyes. “It feels like a furnesssssssss, Mr. ‘Larthon.’”
“Baby, you’re about to reveal yourself to a house full of people.”
This makes her pout. “But I want to reveal myself to you,” she whines.
Fuck...but I can’t. Nope, I will not take advantage of a drunk woman. No matter how willing she is.
Suddenly, someone wolf whistles, and the house goes quiet as I turn to look at Hunter and a crowd of people watching as Leia continues to try to fuss with her top. I feel my cheeks heat. One of two things will happen: She’ll either take her top off and I will end the party early, or I’ll have to drag her away to my bedroom upstairs to get her some sleep.
“Keep it coming, Walton! Lookin’ good, girl!” Hunter shouts out. Yeah, he’s doing triple sets of suicides Monday.
LEIA
What. The. Hell...
This is not my bed. Or my dorm room. So where the hell am I? I try to sit up and look around, but the pounding in my head is way too much to handle right now. Groaning, I manage to get up, but the sound of water running stops me.
So Iamin someone else’s room.Obviously, dumbass. This isn’tyourroom.Okay, brain, shut the fuck up. Just a thought. I get up and slowly reach for my shoes. If I make a run for it, I can probably dodge the possible serial killer that kidnapped me in the middle of the night and brought me to his room to face my doom.
Before I can, a familiar body comes out. A naked, muscular torso and a towel around the waist instantly grab my attention. Jake fucking Larson.
He’s cleaning his ear with a Q tip before he sees me and smiles, leaning against the wall.
“Well, someone’s awake,” he says before winking at me. My ovaries react, and I clear my throat.
“Did you kidnap me, Larson?” He scoffs and walks to the trash can near his table. “Because if you did, don’t think I won’t call the police.”
“Calm down, dollface. It’s Saturday, and the school resource officer is probably spending his weekend at home. And if anyone should be calling the cops, it should be me.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
“Yes, really.” Is this a joke?
“And yet I’m the one inyourbed, Larson. I don’t even remember what happened last night. What does that say aboutyou?”
“That you basically sexually assaulted me, and I couldn’t defend myself from your advances.”
I freeze. “Pause.”
“Play,” he says before smiling again. I grimace at him.
“Iassaultedyou? It’s not very nice to gaslight women after a rough night, Larson. Shame on you.”
“It’s not very nice to gaslight men either.” I cross my arms, waiting for him to continue. “Look, all I did was bring you up to my bed because you were about to embarrass yourself in a room full of horny assholes. So pardon me for being chivalrous.”
“Fuck you, Larson.”
“If you say so.” Rolling my eyes, I grab my shoes and slide them on. “But that’s the truth, doll. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”
“Why would I believe anything you have to say?”
Suddenly his face changes to something I’ve yet to see. A look of...disgust.