Chapter 48

"Crap, your mom wants to talk to me?" I quickly push my dress down and comb my hair with my fingers. "What about?"

Tristan runs his fingers through his hair, his breathing ragged. "I think I have an idea, but I told her I would ask you myself."

He's totally lost me. "What were you going to ask me?"

Tristan adjusts his jeans and looks at me. "Are you good?"

What does he want to ask me? Taking a quick breath, I straighten my knees, which are still shaking from that sizzling show of passion. "Yep, I'm ready."

"Don't worry baby, we'll have plenty of time to make up," he whispers, winking at me before walking out. "Mom! What are you doing, this is the back part of the house."

"Oh sweetheart, is Lacey around? I wanted to talk to her."

"No, I think she's somewhere else"

"Hey Ms. Keys, are you looking for me?" I stand by the door, smiling at Janet, desperate to assume an 'I-Was-Not-Just-Getting-Hot-And-Heavy-With-Your-Son look'.