Page 18 of Clueless
The smile on my face drops with shock following it. “What? Why? Why didn’t you just call me?”
A look of pure confusion and sarcasm falls over him. “With what phone number? 1-800-find-your-hookup?”
I bark out a laugh. His lips turn up at the sound, his gaze dropping to my mouth, but he doesn’t comment. I sober up instantly. “I left my phone number on the key card holder the receptionist gave us. You really didn’t see it?”
Instantly, his face falls, and I know he’s telling the truth. “No. I…I was really upset there wasn’t a note or anything. Pretty much threw the key card at the receptionist before I left.”
I cringe.
I really hope that wasn’t Rory.
“I couldn’t find a piece of paper. Couldn’t even find a napkin. Was severely late for work—almost lost my job entirely that day, actually—and you were in a coma. Tried to do what I could.”
Sean wipes a heavy hand over his face tiredly, saying, “Fuck,” loudly.
I flinch back.
His voice is hoarse. “I’m sorry, just…frustrated. Looked for you for an entire year, you know. Kept thinking you’d come to the bar again.”
One of my eyebrows raise in question. “Would you go into the bar of a man you fucked at a glory-hole if he didn’t call you back when you did, indeed, leave a number? I wasn’t going to stalk you, Sean.” My voice drops down into a whisper. “For fuck’s sake, I already felt like a cheap whore when I woke up.”
He sits up ramrod straight and grips the chair. My eyes immediately land on his tanned, tattooed arms. “You arenota whore.”
I break my gaze from his arms. “I’m literally eye-fucking you right now.”
“Yeah, and I have been the second you jumped in that damn pool. What does that make me?”
Fair point.
Hard to not look at someone so intensely when something so intimate was shared.
I shrug. “Point still stands. I was a hook-up at a glory-hole. Me trying to find you, especially after you didn’t call, would have landed me with a restraining order in a lot of books.”
“I thought it was the sharing scenario that scared you off. Since I told you that it would just be one-on-one that night.”
I tilt my head back and forth, dipping my hair back into the water. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
He blinks in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you told me that night, and Noah told me again this afternoon—and I’m still here, aren’t I?” I smirk, and my eyes watch as he swallows roughly. The poor man. “I’m a grown woman, Sean. If I didn’t want to be in either yours or Noah’s presence with the information presented, then I wouldn’t be here.”
He stands then, and I hardly have a moment to blink before he’s right in front of me. “I want to kiss you so badly right now.”
It’s Noah’s voice that breaks us apart. My head snaps to the patio entrance where he stands, arms crossed and eyes hungry. “Do it, then,” he says.
Sean looks between the both of us. “If we do this, then that’s it. I’m not trying again.”
Noah raises an eyebrow. “I know. She does, too.”
Sean looks at me then. “You do?”
I nod. “I told him everything. Every single detail. And he told me both of yours in return.”
Noah speaks up again. “She’s our girl, romantically and sexually. She wants some time getting used to it, but she wants this. She wants us.”
Sean looks at me for confirmation.
I nod. “Just my Daddy and my boyfriend. Yours.”
