Page 48 of Unscripted Love
“You need any help?” Kyle yelled from the kitchen.
“I don’t think we’re at the stage in our relationship where we launder one another’s underwear,” I hollered back.
“Too soon, huh?” Kyle asked from the doorway.
I clutched my chest and spun around to face him. “Damn, you move fast for a big guy.”
“Like a ninja,” Kyle replied. “Did you say you didn’t want me to see your underwear? Are you hiding something embarrassing or cute?”
“You’ve seen my underwear,” I scoffed, trying not to let on how close he was to the truth.
“I’ve seen your underwear twice,” Kyle clarified. “You probably played it safe on the off chance I might see them. I bet you only wear the good stuff at home.”
I turned back to my clothes basket and said, “No, don’t be ridiculous.”Damn it!
“Oh my God!” he exclaimed loud enough for my grandmother to hear at her house. She probably thought we were fucking. “I’m right! I had only been kidding, but now I know I was right.”
I turned back around to face Kyle with my hands on my hips. “It’s no big deal.”
“Then why are your cheeks so red?” Kyle asked. “I showed you my nerdy comic book collectionandmy geeky glasses.”
“Yes, but I’m still trying to get back into your good graces.”
“Then you’ll show me your fancy underwear,” Kyle said, crossing his arms across his broad chest. He wasn’t going to budge—either from the topic or my room.
“Fine, but you’re not allowed to laugh at me,” I huffed, “and I’m showing you the clean ones in my collection.”
“Oh, a collection.” Kyle waggled his brows comically while he rubbed his hands together in glee.
I took a deep breath for courage then crossed to my dresser and pulled open my top drawer. I pulled out the first pair I happened to come across and held them up for Kyle to see.
“Oh God,” he placed his hand over his heart. Kyle’s cheeks flushed a deep red from lust—or so I hoped. “I want to pull those off you with my teeth.” I looked at the pair of Captain America briefs that happened to be my favorite pair. I should’ve known that comic-loving Kyle would approve of my silly collection. “Are you wearing a pair now?” he asked.
“Not really, but they’re silly,” I replied. “I thought the underwear would help me get into my role as Ross.”
Kyle narrowed his eyes and closed the short distance between us. He snatched the Captain America undies and tossed them back in the drawer before he unbuttoned and unzipped my leather pants. Kyle tugged the pants down to mid thigh and stared at the secret he revealed. “Dinosaurs,” he said then hooked his finger in the waistband and tugged me closer. “You’re so fucking adorable that I don’t know what to do with you sometimes.”
“I have a few ideas,” I said suggestively, “but they better wait until after dinner at Josh and Gabe’s house. Hell, we’re probably in trouble for missing out on their Halloween party.”
“I think you should pack an overnight bag and bring the Captain with you to stay at my house,” Kyle said.
“We’d like that,” I answered.
Kyle started backing away from me. “I’m going to go out in the living room and wait for you. I don’t trust myself in your bedroom right now, nor do I trust that your family isn’t outside listening.” As much as I wanted a sample of things to come later that night, I knew Kyle was probably right, so I didn’t stop him from walking away.
I rushed through a quick shower after I started the laundry, but I could’ve taken my time. Kyle was sprawled on my couch fast asleep with his Kindle lying on his chest. I hadn’t asked him how much sleep he had the night before, but I doubted it was much since he was awake before me and at least halfway through my book. I wanted to run my fingers through his soft hair and rejoice that I hadn’t lost him after all, but I didn’t want to risk waking him up.
While he slept, I got out my laptop and made some plot notes for the next story brewing in my mind. Once I finished, I checked my email to see if my editor, Peaches, liked the revisions I’d sent her. I didn’t see an email from her, but there was one from a name I recognized immediately. I knew it had to be a prank, but that didn’t stop me from opening the email.
Hello, C.B.,
I hope this email finds you well. I just wanted to let you know that I’ve recently read your book and I loved it. I couldn’t put it down. It had everything I love in a book—intrigue, sharp dialogue, two hunky men who fight their attraction for one another, and sex scenes hot enough to melt my tablet. Kudos to you!
I hope you don’t find me presumptuous or rude, but I sent a copy of your book to my literary agent, Jennifer Sugarbaker. Jennifer isn’t just an agent; she’s the best literary agent in the business. Honey, you are going places, and you’re going to need her help. I’d be happy to talk to you about the services she provides anytime. I hope to hear from you soon!
XOXO
Agnes Simmons