Chapter 52: The True Hangover

Randy answered the door looking as though he were about to commit murder for real, but his expression softened when he saw Cassie. Raising an amused eyebrow, he scanned her profile, lingering slightly when his eyes reached her breasts. A dirty, lopsided grin curled his lips, and a subtle surprising twinge of desire teased her, but it vanished with the realization that she left the house, wearing her Scooby-Do sleep pants, a hot pink tank top, and no bra.

Perfect.

When would she think things through before acting, for a change?

"Did you just crawl out of bed? Your hair looks like it hasn't seen a comb in days." Randy grinned, prying his eyes away from her breasts.

As if he even noticed her hair. The fact that he checked her out intrigued her. She liked it, so did the whore between her legs, who had come to life. Her heart rate increased, and a delicious warmth of desire flushed her body. Puzzled, she shook it off and stepped into his house.