Slightly Sweaty (Slightly Series Book 2) by Amy Vansant

Author:Amy Vansant [Vansant, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-04T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Sebastian woke up and now he couldn’t sleep. He stared at the ceiling in the dark, listening to Emily breathe. Just as well. Though he’d been looking forward to ravaging her, it seemed silly to wait all this time only to have their first time be when they were exhausted.

He stood and walked to the bathroom. On the way back he pulled Emily’s covers to her chin and kissed her forehead. She didn’t move. Her shot-filled photo battle with Greta had caught up with her. They’d had two rough nights in a row.

He brushed an errant hair from her face.

So pretty. So smart. What did I do to deserve this?

He straightened and wandered back to his side of the bed.

Now if I can just get home with her and away from the insanity that is this stupid—

His phone buzzed and he dove to grab it from the nightstand.

“Hello?” he whispered.

“Come downstairs. I need to talk to you.”

His stomach twisted. He recognized the voice.

“Greta, it’s two o’clock. I’m not coming down. No, I take that back—forget the time. It’s you asking, so I’m not coming down.”

“It’s important. You don’t understand. It’s so important.”

“You’re drunk. Go to bed.”

Her voice shifted into a grating whine. “I’m not drunk. You have to come talk to me.”

“See? That’s the funny part. I don’t. Good-bye—”

“I’m pregnant.”

He clicked off the phone and stood in the dark. Frozen.

Did she just say what I think she said?

He stared at his phone, doing math in his head. They hadn’t been apart that long. Was it possible? Of course, she’d been sleeping with Joe for who knows how long... And she’d been on birth control since he met her—

He looked at sleeping Emily.

No. No. Please don’t let this happen. Not now.

He walked into the hall and called Greta.

She answered. It sounded as if she were crying.

“Did you say what I think you said?”

She sniffed. “Yes. Come talk to me. I’m in room two-twenty.”

“I’ll be there in a second. Oh… Main building?”

“Of course, main building. Did they put you and your cow in the barn?”

“Greta, I swear to—”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please come.”

Gritting his teeth, Sebastian hung up and walked to the elevator to ride down. His mind had gone blank, an icy dread running through his veins.

She’s lying. It’s Greta. She’s lying.

Stepping from the elevator he moved to the main building and took another to the second floor. He searched for Greta’s hotel door feeling as if he were on autopilot. Finding two-twenty, he knocked and the door moved—it had been left ajar.

“Come in.”

He pushed through and walked into a room that mirrored the layout of his own.

Greta sat on the bed, her legs tucked beneath her. She wore a sheer, black, baby doll nightgown that left little to the imagination. By the light of her bedside lamp he could see her pronounced pout.

Sebastian turned away. “Put some clothes on, Greta.”

He heard her move and felt her approach.

“Sebby,” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He turned, holding his hands over his head to avoid touching her as she buried her face in his chest.

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