Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Presley

“You look stressed,” Michael says in lieu of a hello, kissing my cheek.

“Thanks?” I shake my head. “That for me?”

He nods at the coffee on the table and slides it closer to me while I take a seat across from him. “I hope you’re not stressing about the money again, sis, because—”

I shake my head. “No, nothing like that.” To be honest, I’m always worried about money, but for once, something else is occupying more of my brain space than the dwindling balance in my checking account. “Actually, I’m having some guy troubles.”

“Yeah?” Michael says, watching me curiously. I have no idea why, but I realize we’ve never discussed things like this before. “You know that happens to be my specialty, right?”

“Guys?” I ask, grinning at him.

He nods, satisfied with himself. “If it’s got a dick, I can help. Lay it on me.”

“Michael . . .” I chuckle, taking a sip of my coffee.

I haven’t seen him in a few weeks, but after arriving home from London late last night, his was the first number I called. I slide over the small magnet I got him from the hotel gift shop, and he lifts it in his palm, eyeing it curiously.

“What’s this?”

“A little souvenir. It made me think of you.” I shrug.

Michael’s lips twitch. “I love it, but you’re not going to get out of talking about this. Seriously. Tell me. What seems to be the problem?”

where to start. Surely I can’t admit

complicated,” I say, stalling for time and picking at the label on

is.” He

“Guys suck sometimes.”

“That we do.” He slips the magnet into his

of control with the guy I’ve been seeing. He’s older—only by a few

Michael’s eyes widen.

girls are amazing, actually. But he . . .” I put

“Out with it.”

to him. “He wanted to keep things casual,” I say with an eyebrow wiggle, hoping Michael can read between the lines

fuck buddy who swears he doesn’t

“Yes!”

time,” he says

am I supposed to do? Call him on it? Demand

his head.

as much. And I don’t want to put more pressure on Dominic. His life is filled with it already. I want him to choose me because he wants me. Just like I want

I supposed to

a beat, Michael leans forward. “Take Jude my freshman year,

slept with Jude? I didn’t even

shrugs, waving me off. “I don’t think Jude knows he’s gay. But yeah, even if he didn’t want to admit that to himself or even take one step out of that closet, he wanted me. And I gave him what he wanted. But once we slept together, that was it. He ghosted me

I want to hear about your sex life in vivid