“Fine,” he said, backing away. “But don’t keep me waiting long. I detest eating by myself.”
I nodded in understanding and watched as he walked out the door, my eyes immediately going to his ass. God, I was such an ass slut.
As soon as he left the room, I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand and pressed the speed dial for my best friend.
There was no hello on the other end, but there was no mistaking she’d picked up either. “Well, it’s about fucking time! What the hell happened to you?” Dez shouted over the bass thumping in the background. Apparently she was at work. “Are you okay?”
“My cooch hurts, but other than that, I’m fine.” Except I really needed to pee, badly. So I rolled out of the bed and made my way in that direction.
Dez laughed. “Dayuuum! He put it on you like that?”
“Actually, my hymen is still intact, but I don’t know how long that’s going to last.” I stopped short when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. “Oh my God. I look like crap.”
“You always look like crap. So give me the deets. Who bought you? Is he hot?”
“Um, Noah Crawford. And yes, he is hot to the nth degree. Actually, I don’t even think ‘hot’ is an adequate description. The man is a raging inferno of flaming hotness,” I admitted, mostly because even though I couldn’t lie to my best friend, it would be blasphemous to lie about Noah Crawford’s level of hotness. The dude was off the charts.
“He’s flaming? So that means he’s gay? Aw, I’m sorry, hon,” she laughed.
“No, he’s not gay. At least, I don’t think he is,” I said, trying to smooth out my hair. “He buried his face between my thighs, so I’m guessing he’s really into girly bits.”
Dez gasped, obviously excited by this news. “He got his carpet munch on? Oh my God! Did you love it? You loved it, didn’t you? Wasn’t it the best thing—”
“Dez! Focus!” I said, trying to get her attention. “My pants were still on, so I still don’t have a clue, nor do I have much time on the phone. Let’s spend it talking about something important, yes? How are my folks? Did the money go through to the account?”
“The money is there, and damn, bitch … you went for two million? You’d think those pervs would want a woman of the world who knows how to show them a good time, but no, they want little Miss Innocence. I can’t say I understand that logic.”
“Dez,” I said, trying to rein her back into the conversation before she could go off on one of her tangents. “How is Faye?”
“I went by there earlier today to check on her. She’s the same, sweetie. No change,” Dez’s voice was more solemn. “But now we have the money for the operation, thanks to your courageous effort.” Dez sighed. “I really admire you, Lanie. Sacrificing your goodies like that and all? That’s really heroic. I’m serious as a heart attack.”
“Well, as long as it helps Mom it’s worth it, right?”
“Mmm-hmm. And there’s no shame in enjoying a little rat-a-tat-tat on your vag while you’re at it.”
I smiled and gave her a half laugh. “Yeah, I guess you would see it that way. Look, I have to go. Tell my folks that I’m swamped with freshman stuff, but I’ll call them the first chance I get, okay? And I sort of like you.”
“Sure thing, babe. And I sort of like you, too,” she said with a hint of sentimentality to her voice. At least, as much as she was capable of. “Clit licks and tit nips, bitch!”
I hung up the phone and decided to grab a quick shower. When I was done, I walked into the bedroom to dress, but I couldn’t find my things anywhere. I even looked in Noah’s massive closet and still nothing. So I grabbed one of his dress shirts, which thankfully was long enough to cover my nakedness. Yeah, I knew it was probably going to tick him off, seeing as how he was all OCD over his clothes, but surely he didn’t expect me to walk around naked all the time.
I brushed my teeth and looked myself over in the mirror, satisfied that he was going to flip his wig, but he would definitely tell me what he did with my things if for no other reason than to get me out of his. Then I hightailed my ass down the stairs before I ended up pissing him off for keeping him waiting so long. Again, not because I cared, but because I wanted to see his pretty, pretty face when he did get pissed.
He was sitting at the head of the table when I entered the dining room—er, excuse me, dining hall. The placement to his right was set for me, I presumed, and I took my seat. Noah looked me over from head to toe, taking in my current state of undress, and I watched him swallow hard.
“I hope you don’t mind. I really had no choice since all of my things are gone. What did you do with my clothes?” I asked.
“I’d planned on taking you shopping this afternoon, so I had the help dispose of your other things,” he said, picking up his napkin. “I didn’t realize you’d be sleeping all day. My apologies.”
He disposed of my things? “You can’t just get rid of my stuff!” I screeched.
“I didn’t get rid of everything. Just the clothes,” he said dismissively. “They weren’t up to par with my lifestyle.”
“Well, aren’t we just the elitist? I’m sorry I didn’t come prepared for your ritzy lifestyle.”
“No apologies necessary,” he said, quite seriously. “We’ll take care of that tomorrow. Although I have to admit that you do look rather delicious in my shirt.”