“Come upstairs with me, if you fall asleep great, if not at least you tried.” I tell her and she rubs her lips together before she gives in with a nod.

“I just need to change, I was going to do that, but Matthew showed up.”

“I’ll wait for you.” I tell her softly and with another nod she disappears into the bathroom and shuts the door. When she comes out a couple minutes later, she’s wearing a dress with thin straps that hits her mid-thigh, the cut of it is loose but still it clings to the tips of her small breasts and without a bra I can make out her nipples through the fabric. My mouth actually waters at the sight. I quickly lift my eyes to hers, hoping like fuck that she can’t see the thoughts running through my mind. “Ready?”

“Umm yeah.” She shifts on her feet.

Shit

I don’t know if I was any good at hiding what I was thinking seconds ago, but every thought is displayed across her pretty features as her eyes wander over my face.

“What do you need me to carry?” I ask, cutting through the sexual tension I can feel building in the air between us. This situation between us is already complicated enough, I don’t need to add to it by giving into my desire to kiss or touch her.

And I really fucking want to do both those things.

CHAPTER 8

Franny

Swimming up through the fog of sleep, I blink my eyes open. It’s so dark that I can’t make out anything around me, and it takes a moment to remember I’m in Dayton’s guest room. I honestly didn’t expect to fall asleep earlier when he brought me in here, but I knew he was right. I needed sleep, so I slid between the silky-smooth sheets and under the big, fluffy duvet. This bed is a million times more comfortable than the one I bought for a few hundred dollars from a small furniture store with same-day delivery.

I must have only laid awake for just a few minutes in the dark before I passed out.

Placing my hand against my stomach when it grumbles, reminding me I need to eat, I wonder what time it is. I probably fell asleep around three, and I’m still tired—just not as tired as I was earlier. Reaching over to the side table, I pick up my phone, and the screen lights up.

No way. My eyes widen when I see that it’s after ten in the evening. I thought I had slept for an hour, maybe two, not seven!