I glance at his bed. Then at him. “Right now?”
He nods and walks over to me. In one swift movement, he lifts my
dress up and over my head, until I’m standing in the middle of his
bedroom floor in my bra and panties. I cover myself, but he doesn’t
even look twice. He pulls me toward the bed and lifts the covers for
me to crawl in. As he’s walking over to his side of the bed he says, “It’s
not like we haven’t slept together before without having sex. Piece of
cake.”
I laugh. He reaches his dresser and plugs his phone in to a charger.
I take a moment to skim his bedroom. This certainly isn’t the type of
spare bedroom I’m used to. Three of my bedrooms could fit in here.
There’s a couch against the other wall, a chair facing a television and
a full office off the bedroom that looks complete with a floor-to-
ceiling library. I’m still trying to see everything around me when the
lamp goes off.
“Your sister is really rich,” I say as I feel him pull the covers over both
of us. “What the hell does she do with the ten bucks an hour I pay
her? Wipe her ass with it?”
He laughs and grabs my hand, sliding his fingers through mine.
“She probably doesn’t even cash the checks,” he says. “Have you ever
checked?”
I haven’t. Now I’m curious.
“Goodnight, Lily,” he says.
I can’t stop smiling, because this is kind of ridiculous. And so great.
“Goodnight, Ryle.”
- • •
I think I might be lost.
Everything is so white and so clean, it’s blinding. I shuffle through
one of the living rooms and try to find my way to the kitchen. I have
no idea where my dress ended up last night, so I pulled on one of
Ryle’s shirts. It falls past my knees, and I wonder if he has to buy shirts
that are too big for him just so they’ll fit his arms.
There are too many windows and way too much sun, so I’m forced
to shield my eyes as I go in search of coffee.
I push through the kitchen doors and find a coffeemaker.