Page 67 of Fear the Fall
Everybody Rise
The alarm clockon my nightstand blares some song about waking up with a curse, and I groan in response. The fact that the alarm was set in the first place annoys me, as I have nowhere to be. I reach over, grabbing the cord and yanking it from the wall. The music stops, leaving me in peaceful silence once again.
I kick the heavy down comforter to the end of the bed, too warm to be comfortable.
“I must say, love, I’m quite fond of that lacy thong. Black is definitely your color.”
I jump up, squealing in horror at finding Luke in my room. On my bed.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I shriek.
Without looking fazed in the slightest, he jumps right in. “You owe me.”
I clutch the covers to my half-naked chest. “Like hell I do.”
He tsks. “Don’t tell me you forgot how I saved you from Rix.”
“Rix?” I ask, voice rising in confusion.
“My hound,” he explains, picking a piece of lint off his black T-shirt.
He’s dressed in head-to-toe black, and it takes everything in me not to drool. The T-shirt molds to his body like a second skin, showcasing his toned arms. He looks absolutely sinful, and at this moment, still half asleep, I admit I’d give just about anything for a taste.
A slow grin spreads across Luke’s face. “That can absolutely be arranged.”
“Ugh,” I cry out, hating that he can read me so easily. “Get out.” I point to the door.
“No can do. I came to collect, and I’m not leaving until your debt is settled.”
“I didn’t ask you to save me.”
“You did. It was unspoken, but”—he taps his head—“I can read your mind and you wanted saving. And your debt keeps mounting.”
“How so?”
“Last night I saved you from having to drive home in that death trap you call a truck.”
“You are the most frustrating man I’ve ever met,” I say through clenched teeth.
“I’m not a man, love. I’m so much more, and you know it.”
“Semantics. You have the parts.”
He smirks. “Yes, well in that regard, I guess you could say I’m all man. Care to see?” He waggles his brows and I roll my eyes.
“Pass,” I quip, standing from the bed, not even trying to hide my basically bare ass.
Look, but you’re never touching.
“Get on with it, Luke. What do you want?”
He clears his throat. “A date.”
I turn back toward him. “A date? With whom?”
“I thought that was rather obvious,” he says, tilting his head.
“Nope. No way,” I say, shaking my head and turning around to sift through my dresser. I’m so caught off guard, I don’t even remember what I was looking for.