Straddling the Line(11)
He never had because he’d only been interested in how she could help him pass his classes.
She grabbed her iPod and shoved her earbuds in her ears to drown out the sounds from outside.
TREVOR SAT AT THE EDGE OF THE POOL WHILE TEN-Spot frolicked with the girls.
This had been a mistake. He’d known it, but Ten had hooked up with Audrey at the club, and Petra had come along for the ride.
Petra wasn’t even his type. He didn’t go for stacked blondes, especially the ones who were only interested in sleeping with a jock. The girl was obvious. She’d been grinding against him all night long, practically giving him a blowjob in the VIP section of the club. Trevor liked sex as much as the next guy, but he’d like to think he’d grown up a little and enjoyed being the aggressor. Plus, some of these women were a little too aggressive.
What the hell had happened to subtlety and seduction and letting things happen in their own time?
Maybe he was getting old, or just damn tired of the game.
Or maybe he was tired of women like Petra who were only interested in the exposure.
He didn’t want a girlfriend, anyway. He only wanted to focus on his career. And he was supposed to be concentrating on Haven, on making her feel better.
This wasn’t cutting it. He had to work harder, should have tried to persuade her to go out with him tonight.
Instead, he’d ended up with the drunk blonde in his pool who couldn’t care less which athlete she was with, as long as she got to say she slept with someone from the team.
Looked like Ten-Spot was going to get lucky with both of them, because after Trevor made it clear to Petra that he wasn’t interested, she’d pouted for about three seconds before joining Audrey in making Ten’s night.
Which suited Trevor just fine. He was tired, and he needed to figure out how to better help Haven.
He’d do better tomorrow.
FOUR
WHEN TREVOR GOT UP THE NEXT MORNING, HE FOUND Haven in the sunroom, the smell of coffee drawing him there. He grabbed the pot and poured himself a cup.
“Hey, you’re up already.”
“Yes.” She sat at the table, her laptop and notepad sitting next to her. “Hammond was here early, cleaning up in the kitchen. He makes great coffee, too.” She looked around. “Where are your . . . friends?”
“They left not long after you went up to bed.”
“All of them?”
He crooked a smile. “Yeah. All of them. Petra isn’t my girlfriend. Or even a one-night stand, Haven.”
She diverted her attention to her laptop. “It’s not any of my business who you sleep with.”
Yeah, right. Except she’d looked irritated last night. And he had to admit that made him curious. Was she jealous? Why would she be? Was she interested in him? He looked over at her, so focused on whatever it was she was doing on her laptop.
“Ready to work so soon?”
“Whenever you are.”
“Coffee first. And then breakfast. Have you eaten yet?”
“I had some yogurt.”
He poured a cup of coffee. “Yogurt? That’s it?”
“It’s enough for me.”
He laughed. “No, it’s not. How about some bacon and eggs and pancakes? Maybe some biscuits and gravy?”
She finally drew her attention away from her laptop and looked at him. “Hammond’s not here. He said he had errands to run.”
“I told you I know how to cook.”
She gave him the once-over. “Maybe I should cook.”
He laughed. “I think you’ll just have to trust me.”
“Really. I’m good. The yogurt was fine.”
“It’s not fine. And I need to eat anyway. I need fuel for the day, and breakfast should be your biggest meal.”
“Uh, no thanks, really. I’m good.”
“Come with me. You can sit with me and drink your coffee while I’m cooking.”
She seemed to agree with that, following him into the kitchen and taking a seat at the island.
He pulled out several skillets. “I’ll make extra, just in case you change your mind.” She looked like she could use some calories, like she’d lost some weight since the last time he’d seen her.
“What are you working on over there?” he asked as he put bacon in the pan, then cracked eggs in a bowl.
“Just the outline for our program together.”
Deciding against pancakes, he took out bread and popped some in the toaster. “Okay. So what’s the plan?”
“It can wait until after breakfast.”
“Do you like orange juice?”
“What?”
“Orange juice. Do you like it?”
“Oh. Yes, I do. Why?”
He opened the refrigerator and scanned the contents. “I also have carrot juice, apple juice, and cranberry juice. What would you prefer?”