The Suit (A Holly Springs Novel Book 1) by Toler B.N

Author:Toler, B.N. [Toler, B.N.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-09-09T16:00:00+00:00

I awake the next morning and groan as my head throbs. When I’m able to open my eyes all the way, I see a glass of water and a bottle of Ibuprofen on my nightstand. I smile slightly. That was thoughtful of the suit. As I grab the bottle, I catch sight of my alarm clock. It’s noon! Shit balls! I jump out of the bed and pull a pair of jeans out of my drawer. After I slip them on, I peel off the suit’s T-shirt and stare at it a moment. It smells just like him and in a completely irrational and psychotic move, I shove it in my bottom drawer to hide it. I quickly slip on my bra and a tank top and my boots, and hurry to the kitchen. I chug a few sips of orange juice straight from the jug when I hear laughing.

I jerk my head around to see the suit biting his fist as if he’s holding back his laughter.

“What?” I ask as I twist the lid back on the jug.

“Nothing. You just look like you’re a little…stressed.” When I glance down at myself I notice my shirt is bunched halfway up my back, one of my pant legs is half tucked in my boot, and my pants are still unbuttoned.

“Why’d you let me sleep so late?” I grumble.

He steps toward me and takes the jug from my hand. “You needed to rest. We’ve already taken care of everything.”

“I’m sorry,” I groan. “That was immature of me to get so wasted and miss work. I can’t afford to be so irresponsible.”

“Edie,” he says my name softly. “We took care of it. You have nothing to be sorry about. Now sit down and let me make you some lunch.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I say as guilt washes over me.

“I want to. Now sit.” He points to the barstool behind the counter. I smile as I take my seat and he washes his hands. He pulls a loaf of bread from the cabinet and meat and cheese from the fridge. As I watch him, an image of his bare chest brushes my mind and I bite my lip. It was mere hours ago I slept pressed against that chest. The suit is so freaking sexy I find myself fantasizing about him more and more, which is dangerous. I’m walking in dangerous territory. This arrangement we have, the friends with benefits arrangement, was meant to be casual, but the more I get to know the suit, the more attached I’m becoming. Knowing this, I should end it to keep things from getting complicated, but even though I know he’ll leave and whatever we’re doing will end and I will be heartbroken, I can’t end it. I need this. So I push aside the thought of my impending devastation and commit to seeing this through and enjoying it as much as I can, while I can.

His words from the night before resonate somewhere in the back of my mind.

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