Free Danny (Models On Top #1) by S. L. Scott Page A

I’m more than attracted to him. It’s then I realize how easily I could fall for him. Again. I can’t go through that heartbreak twice. I shouldn’t even put myself in that kind of situation. “I’d love to catch up.” Wait what? Shoot!
    “Good. I’ll pick you up at eleven. I can take you to the airport after.”
    “Danny?” I sway, reaching for something solid. That just happens to be his bicep. My head may be spinning but damn, he’s rock hard… my mind goes to other rock hard places.
    Grabbing my shoulders, he steadies me. “You okay?”
    Touching my cheek, I shake my head free from the thoughts of his hard places and try to stabilize my mind, focusing on his face instead—his oh so handsome face. “I need to go to bed. I’m a little tipsy and these shoes are really high. Probably not a good combination for me.” The elevator door opens.
    “How about I help you upstairs?”
    Puffing out a big breath, hoping to miraculously sober up, I say, “I don’t think that’s safe. Not a good idea.”
    “Safe?” He chuckles. “I’ll be a good boy.”
    “That’s the thing, Mr. Weston.” I point at him, attempting to prove I’m not drunk, though my mouth seems to have a mind of its own. “I don’t think I can be a good girl around you.” I poke him in the chest, which makes me sway again.
    With a firm hold on me, he backs me into the elevator and right into a corner. Usually I’d protest from the metaphor, but he leans forward to press the button and I’m flooded with naughty memories of when we were together in college. And curious to what we’d be like now… in bed.
    “What floor?”
    My ass is propped against the brass bar I’m holding on to. I give up the fake protests and start going with the flow, his sexy flow to be precise. “Four.”
    He presses the button and leans back, our bodies pressed to each other’s sides. I’m smarter than this, but just like years ago, we’ve slipped into this level of comfort that makes me relax. “I should be mad at you.”
    The back of his hand brushes against mine. “And why is that?”
    “You know when I drink it sneaks up on me and then hits me hard.” I lean my head against his shoulder. “Or have you forgotten?”
    He laughs again, quieter, fitting of the small space. The elevator door opens and he takes my hand as if he owns it… something I’ll have to think about once I’m sober. For now, it feels too good. He feels too good for me to let go. As we walk, his strength steadies me. It always did. “I’m 404.”
    “You were always a ten to me,” he replies casually and sends me a wink.
    “Haha! Clever.”
    “You still are, Reese.”
    I elbow him. “Awww, and you, my friend, were always the charmer.” We stop in front of my door and I lean my back against the floral-papered wall behind me, feeling too at ease. I should really put some kind of guard up, but I’m too tired to try.
    We stand there a minute before he glances back down the hall at the elevator. When his eyes land on mine again, he says, “I think we should get you inside.”
    Reaching up, I touch the bridge of his nose and drag my finger down and tap the end when I reach it. “Should. Could. Would.”
    His smile, the way the left side is raised slightly higher, is very sexy. His lips are sexy. I want to kiss them. I want them to kiss me. My finger runs across the plushness as I admire the way they look, move, and pucker. He’s so damn tempting. “I always loved your lips.”
    “Your key, Reese. Is it in your purse?”
    “My key?” He nods, and I realize he means my room key. “Oh! Yes, my key.” I reach down and open my clutch, pulling out the card. He takes it from me and slips it in the slot, making even the small action seem so much naughtier and sexier than it should, or I even thought possible.
    The door is opened and he escorts me inside. I go for the bed, needing to lie down. As soon as I do, his fingertips slide down my shins, igniting my legs with a sexual