probably taking advantage of him. There was no way that she was going to do anything sexual with him as long as he was anywhere near the break-up point that he was with his ex. Fuck that . She wanted him naked on the couch with the stupid movie playing.
“Damn, you can hold a grudge,” Conrad chuckled and reached for the bottle again.
“Your words,” Leslie said with a moody shrug, and let him take the gin from her. “Not mine.”
Taking control of the remote, she shut off the terrible movie and started searching through the channels until she found exactly what it was that she was looking for. A smile spread across her lips as she looked at the images on the screen and saw that she was sitting next to a practical clone of the man that was on the screen.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Conrad dropped back against the couch and spread his arms across the back part of it. “Okay, don’t judge me for anything that you see on this show.”
“What? Like you?” Leslie giggled. “Stop it, I like this show.”
“What could you possibly like about this show?” Conrad shook his head in shame. “There is absolutely nothing on this show that is of any quality of any kind.”
“I watch it because you’re on it,” Leslie confessed after a moment, but she refused to let the moment hang in the air. “Get on a better show and I’ll watch that show. Can’t you do something artsy or meaningful, with some actual decent writing? And why are you always punching werewolves?”
“Because the werewolves are bad,” Conrad shrugged like it was the common thing for every human to do in their life. “What would you do if you ever saw a werewolf?”
“Kill it,” Leslie shrugged.
“Seriously?” Conrad raised his eyebrows. “Dark.” He took a swig and offered her the gin again.
“Whatever; you’re the one punching them.” Leslie shook her head, refusing to apologize for her stance as being completely anti-werewolf.
They both froze, their heads swinging to the front door of the suite as they heard the door unlocking. Someone was coming. Leslie felt a knot in her throat as she looked at the door. Someone was coming home and she was going to have to explain to them everything that had happened. Of course, they were going to freak out first and scare Conrad away, and then she was going to have to explain how a famous celebrity ended up in their suite without any of them knowing.
“You have roommates?” Conrad asked her, definitely terrified by the whole situation.
“Yeah, two of them,” Leslie whispered, realizing she hadn’t gotten to the point to explain that to him. Too late for that now. She grimaced as the door opened and two figures appeared in the light of the corridor, a silhouette of two beings definitely in the process of becoming one. In fact, they were so hot and heavy with each other that they didn’t even notice there were two other people in the room watching them.
It was clearly Amber who had come back for the night, and the man was in the process of getting his shirt ripped off by her as they headed for her room. “It’s this way,” she said between wet kisses, the man’s hands exploring every inch of her body.
Conrad stared, watching the scene like anyone would. It was an incredibly sexy train-wreck. Her roommate was about to have wild and unbridled sex with some guy she had met just a few hours ago. They both watched until the door closed on the room and they were left in the sudden, heated silence.
She leaned close to him, smelling his musky scent. She had to inhale twice before she could speak. “That’s my friend, Amber,” she whispered. “Yeah, she’s kind of slutty, but she’s also an extremely good person. Don’t judge her for what you just saw.” Leslie quietly stood up from the couch and motioned for him to follow her. “How about we let them, uh, finish?” The squeal of excitement that came from behind the closed door had Conrad and Leslie both chuckling.
She
“Damn, you can hold a grudge,” Conrad chuckled and reached for the bottle again.
“Your words,” Leslie said with a moody shrug, and let him take the gin from her. “Not mine.”
Taking control of the remote, she shut off the terrible movie and started searching through the channels until she found exactly what it was that she was looking for. A smile spread across her lips as she looked at the images on the screen and saw that she was sitting next to a practical clone of the man that was on the screen.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Conrad dropped back against the couch and spread his arms across the back part of it. “Okay, don’t judge me for anything that you see on this show.”
“What? Like you?” Leslie giggled. “Stop it, I like this show.”
“What could you possibly like about this show?” Conrad shook his head in shame. “There is absolutely nothing on this show that is of any quality of any kind.”
“I watch it because you’re on it,” Leslie confessed after a moment, but she refused to let the moment hang in the air. “Get on a better show and I’ll watch that show. Can’t you do something artsy or meaningful, with some actual decent writing? And why are you always punching werewolves?”
“Because the werewolves are bad,” Conrad shrugged like it was the common thing for every human to do in their life. “What would you do if you ever saw a werewolf?”
“Kill it,” Leslie shrugged.
“Seriously?” Conrad raised his eyebrows. “Dark.” He took a swig and offered her the gin again.
“Whatever; you’re the one punching them.” Leslie shook her head, refusing to apologize for her stance as being completely anti-werewolf.
They both froze, their heads swinging to the front door of the suite as they heard the door unlocking. Someone was coming. Leslie felt a knot in her throat as she looked at the door. Someone was coming home and she was going to have to explain to them everything that had happened. Of course, they were going to freak out first and scare Conrad away, and then she was going to have to explain how a famous celebrity ended up in their suite without any of them knowing.
“You have roommates?” Conrad asked her, definitely terrified by the whole situation.
“Yeah, two of them,” Leslie whispered, realizing she hadn’t gotten to the point to explain that to him. Too late for that now. She grimaced as the door opened and two figures appeared in the light of the corridor, a silhouette of two beings definitely in the process of becoming one. In fact, they were so hot and heavy with each other that they didn’t even notice there were two other people in the room watching them.
It was clearly Amber who had come back for the night, and the man was in the process of getting his shirt ripped off by her as they headed for her room. “It’s this way,” she said between wet kisses, the man’s hands exploring every inch of her body.
Conrad stared, watching the scene like anyone would. It was an incredibly sexy train-wreck. Her roommate was about to have wild and unbridled sex with some guy she had met just a few hours ago. They both watched until the door closed on the room and they were left in the sudden, heated silence.
She leaned close to him, smelling his musky scent. She had to inhale twice before she could speak. “That’s my friend, Amber,” she whispered. “Yeah, she’s kind of slutty, but she’s also an extremely good person. Don’t judge her for what you just saw.” Leslie quietly stood up from the couch and motioned for him to follow her. “How about we let them, uh, finish?” The squeal of excitement that came from behind the closed door had Conrad and Leslie both chuckling.
She
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