Page 28 of Sunny Undone

“So, you can’t outvote, you can only draw. One vote each.”

He shrugs. “Stop relying on math to help you out of an argument, Indy.”

I can’t help but grin as I shake my head. “At least you’re entertaining, Sunny.”

We lean back against the bar and watch the party unfold. “You don’t have to stand here by me the whole time,” I say, finally.

“Meh. I can join one of these parties any day. You leave tomorrow, so it’s the last day I get to stand next to the bar with you. Plus, you’re more entertaining than Havoc and Vandal, and that’s saying something.”

“I could go so you don’t feel like you need to host me.”

He reaches for my hand and holds it firmly. “Definitely not.”

If I was out in a bar on the rare occasion I go out with colleagues, I wouldn’t let a man use my hand to hold me in place. But it’s Sunny, and instead of being offended, I feel…safe.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like this,” I say as my heart skips a little beat at his words. It would be foolish to consider Sunny anything other than an interesting…no, exciting…diversion.

“Like what?” Sunny asks. His lips are right by my ear, and I hope he doesn’t notice the little shiver it causes.

“So free.”

“They’re just being themselves.”

There’s a girl riding Havoc, and she whips her top off, revealing the most perfectly round set of breasts. She’s wearing a little pleated mini skirt. I blush and turn but realize it puts me face-to-face with Sunny.

“I wish I knew how to do that. I’ve spent my whole life making sure I say the right thing, wear the right thing, know enough, plan enough, am sensible enough.” I laugh quietly. “Even tonight I’ve wondered if I’m being too much, embarrassing you, wearing the wrong thing.”

Music thunders through the walls, drowning out my admission. Maybe there’s a small chance he didn’t hear it. But I find myself unable to stop talking. “I think I’d like to know what it feels like.”

“What what feels like?” Sunny asks. His head is so close to mine, I feel the whisper of his breath brush across my lips as he speaks.

“To stop holding on so tightly.”

Sunny smiles, but it’s soft. “I could help you with that, Indy.”

I chuckle at that. “Sure. I’ll take another cider,” I say, assuming that’s what he’s about to suggest.

He shrugs. “Wasn’t where I was going. I meant you could sleep with me.”

9

SUNNY

Wasn’t where I was going. I meant you could sleep with me.

Okay. So, I’m not sure how those words fell from my lips. But once they’re out in the ether, I have absolutely no intention of taking them back. Not when I see Della’s expressive hazel eyes go wide, her pupils flaring at the thought.

She thinks I haven’t noticed the way her eyes keep trying to look where Havoc is letting Steffi ride him like a bucking bronco. Or the way she stopped walking when we first arrived where Reaper was getting a blowjob on the sofa. Her cheeks are pink, her pupils wide, and she keeps dragging the hand not holding her drink up and down her thigh. I know an aroused woman when I see one.

She’s curious.

I’m horny.

And I’m never gonna see Della after tonight.

I like the idea of ruffling the assistant professor’s feathers.

“You can’t just say that to me like you’re offering me dessert or coffee.”