Free Trust (Blind Vows #1) by J. M. Witt Page B

appeared out of nowhere, blocking the exit.
    “You ladies aren’t driving.”
    Grinning like a fool I chirped, “No worries.  I walked.”  I tried to push past him when he put his hands on my shoulders.
    “Lucy, you’re not walking either.  You can barely stand.”
    Rolling my eyes, I slurred, “Suit yourself,” I motioned toward the closed door as Stacey and I waited for him to open it.
    “Hey!  Your tab.”  The waitress ran toward us as Stacey and I scurried out the door Heath had pushed open.
    “Thanks for the drinks Heath.”  He glared after me before ultimately heading back in to deal with the tab, allowing my escape.

 
     
     
    ~ Chapter 2 ~
     
     
    Stacey and I were half a block away when Heath jumped in front of us again and put his hands up to stop us.  “That was slick of you.  Kudos.  You two just rang up over fifty dollars in drinks.”
    “Is that all?”  I started giggling before I was even done saying it.  He cracked a smile, though he tried to hide it.  “Thanks for the drinks, Heathcliff.  You can head back to the bar.  I’m sure the waitress will let you take her home.”
    Stacey had already walked ahead of us and I began to follow, Heath at my side.  “I have no desire to take her home.  If you weren’t so drunk I’d consider taking you home.”
    I knew I hadn’t heard him right.  “Very funny.”
    “What’s so funny about it?”
    Stopping to look at him, he braced me as I wobbled.  Slurring my words and scanning his body, I said, “Been there, done that.”
    Shaking his head at me, he retorted, “I beg to differ.  You know you want some of my Heath bar.”
    Rolling my eyes I retorted, “That should be your hashtag.  You can put it on all your dating profiles.”  He seemed confused and I elaborated.  “You know hashtag ‘wanna taste my heath bar’.  The ladies will eat you up.”
    Scanning my body, he narrowed his eyes at me.  “I’d rather you eat me up.”
    Smacking his chest without thought, I replied, “Too bad I prefer caramel to toffee!  And you’re a disgusting hedonist.”  I attempted to wink at him and started walking.
    “Ah, big words.  Do you even know what it means?”
    Stopping once again, I turned and looked up to him.  “Don’t insult me!  Gross, nasty, putrid.”  He was grinning at me and my quick wit.  Without thought, I leaned into him, pulled his head down and then whispered slowly in his ear, “You’re the epitome of a hedonist.  All about pleasure and all about you .”  Pulling away, I was suddenly filled with desire for him and scrambled away.  I caught up to Stacey as she made it to our building, aware he was still behind us.
    Neither of us objected as he walked into our building with us.  Heading to the back stairs, we all proceed up to the second floor as Stacey pulled her keys out of her purse, dropping them.  Laughing at her, she eventually ended up on the floor in a fit of drunken giggles.  Heath grabbed the keys off the floor and opened her door.  I tried to help Stacey up, but ended up on the floor with her.  Before I noticed, Stacey was gone and so was Heath.  I started wondering if they’d both abandoned me when Heath reappeared in front of me again.
    “Where’s Stacey?”
    “I put her to bed and you’re next.” 
    “Wow.  That was quick.  I think I’ll pass if you can’t last longer than a few minutes.”
    Without hesitation and ignoring my remark, he yanked me up and threw me over his shoulder.  “Still on the fourth floor?”
    “Heathcliff Kerrigan, put me down!”  I smacked his back, but it was hopeless.
    “When and where Lucille?  I can guarantee you that my libido would have you begging me to stop.”
    “That’s doubtful.”  Groaning at his innuendo I spit out, “Fourth floor, apartment D.”
    He practically jogged up the flight of stairs to my floor and was still breathing normally when he reached my door.  “Key?”
    “Pocket.”  He set me on my feet and I