Page 26 of Becoming His

"I didn't know she had a boyfriend, dude.” The guy snapped at Bailey, and I giggled; the thought of Bailey being my boyfriend was hilarious. Bailey moved his eyes to mine and swore under his breath.

"Bailey isn't my-"

"Why are you still here?" Bailey demanded of the guy, who looked at me apologetically.

"I don't want any shit, sorry." He shrugged as he moved away, leaving me standing glaring at Bailey.

"You're drunk. I'll take you home. You can't stay here in this state." Bailey narrowed his eyes, and I knew he wasn't playing.

I bit my lip as he nodded towards the cars behind the beach.

"I know you hate me, but don't throw yourself at these guys. Would you do it sober?"

How dare he be so right?

"Where'veyour college girls gone?" I slurred as he sighed.

"I'm taking you home."

"Promises, promises." I giggled.

His eyes widened as he watched me try to dance to the music that was still playing, falling against him.

"For fucks sake, are your parents home? You can't go home like this. Come back to mine and drink some coffee; I'll take you home when you sober up," he commanded, and I followed him to his car, staring at his toned back as he walked, wondering what it would feel like to run my fingers down it.

Wait. No, he is a dick.

I tried to conjure up my anger, but the alcohol had soothed my senses, which I suppose I was grateful for. I sank into the car beside him and closed my eyes as the engine purred to life. Bailey drove smoothly to his house as I dozed, jumping when he softly touched my arm.

"You okay?"

"You're such a dick," I mumbled, and he smiled.

"Indeed I am. Come on,coffee." He walked to my side of the car and waited while I tried to climb out elegantly, failing miserably.

He pretended not to look as I fell back into the car, swearing. I managed to get out, slamming the car door defiantly. He winced, striding past me to the entrance to the house. I followed him into the house, sitting at the kitchen table as he made coffee.

He looks so good, and I can't stop staring at him.

"I hate you," I announced, hoping my brain and heart would start to agree with one another soon. Maybe it's not my heart and brain that's the problem. Maybe it's a stupid lust organ lurking somewhere in my loins, causing havoc.

"No, you don't. You justwantto," he smirked at me, and anger prickled my senses.

"You are such an egotisticalprick."

"I'm also having quite the effect on you." He pointed out as he slid the coffee in front of me. "Drink that. I peered into the cup.

"Where's the milk? Some host you are." I grimaced as I took a sip. "Urgh, I prefer the whiskey."

He laughed. "Black coffee to sober you up. Haven't you ever read that in any books of yours? Maybe you should read something moreeducational."

He was teasing me, his arms resting on the chair beside mine. I refused to look at those damn eyes of his as I sipped the coffee, wanting to be home in bed already.

"I saw you kiss him, you know."

The words made the coffee halt in my throat.

He sat on the chair beside me, forcing me to make eye contact with him.