Page 47 of Hard Rock Tease

"Wait." I put a hand on his chest.

He pulled back. "What?"

"You're drunk."

"And?"

"I don't want to sleep with you if you're inebriated."

He stared into my eyes, uncomprehending. "Are you being serious right now?"

"Yes."

He groaned and rolled over, flopping next to me on the bed.

"You've had a lot to drink," I said. "I told you. I don't want to take advantage of you."

He sighed deeply and ran his hands over his face. "Dammit."

"We should both drink some water," I told him.

"Don't get up." He heaved himself off the bed. He was still hard. "I'll get it."

The moment Noah left the room his phone on the nightstand pinged and flashed. I didn't mean to snoop, but I automatically responded to any text message or phone call with the urge to check it. It was a quick glance but I caught the name flashing with a missed call.

A girl's name.

Lily.

My heart froze in my chest.

I stared at the name for god knows how long, my thoughts racing. Who was Lily? Just a friend?

Noah didn't have any friends.

Someone from work? Why wouldn't they just email? Unless it was an emergency. If it was a real emergency wouldn't one of the guys call him?

I couldn't get ahead of myself. Surely there was an explanation. An explanation that didn't involve Noah sleeping with another girl at the same time he was sleeping with me.

I snapped my head forward as I heard the fridge door close. I tugged the sheets to my chest, sitting in the middle of the bed and trying not to have a meltdown.

He wobbled into the bedroom with two glasses of water. His eyes were still glassy and unfocused.

"Here."

He thrust the water into my hand and climbed back into bed. He paid close attention to the glass in his hand, trying not to spill water all over the sheets.

"Who's Lily?" I blurted out. I immediately chided myself for even asking.

Noah froze in the middle of take a sip. He lowered the glass. "How do you know that name?" His voice was almost slurred from the alcohol he'd consumed.

I nodded to the phone. "I wasn't snooping." I tried to keep my voice from shaking. "You had a missed call and I checked it without thinking."

He leaned over me to scoop up his phone. He glanced at me, eyes still unfocused as he pressed the phone to his ear, listening to the message. It was definitely a girl's voice I heard through the tinny speaker.

With every second Noah's expression changed. The tension between his brows eased, his eyes brightening. A hint of a smile crossed his face. He huffed out a short laugh as he hung up. I'd never seen him so open. Almost cheery.

He kept the phone in his hand and stared at me, a considering look on his face. I pressed my lips together, clenching my fists in the sheets. I wasn't going to ask again.