It was relatively modest...if she had been any other woman. But this was my Delia, basically in pajamas, with wild, sex hair, bee-stung lips, and adorable red-tipped feet. She might as well have been naked in front of—what the actual fuck????
That was the moment I spotted the visitor. He was wearing a costume similar to the one I’d shown up in earlier in the morning. Except his pants were clearly tear-away, and his waxed, slightly muscled torso glistened like he’d rubbed oil on his skin.
“I heard someone’s been naughty,” he smirked as he puffed out his chest, trying to make himself look bigger. What a fucking douche.
“Um, I thought the appointment was canceled.” Confused, Delia scratched her head and glanced back at me approaching.
The asshole clearly hadn’t seen me yet because his mouth curved up in a smarmy smile as he reached above her head and pushed the door open so he could step inside. “It was, but I remembered you from class, and you’re hot. So, I thought I’d give you an early Christmas present. Free of charge.”
Rage flared to life inside me as I finally closed the distance between the man marked for death and myself. My hand shot out and smashed into his jaw, causing him to scream like a little girl, and he fell backward, stumbling out the door.
“Get the fuck out of here. I better not see your face around my girl ever again. The only package she’ll be unwrapping is mine.”
7
Delia
The way Danny easily handled the jerk at my door was hot as heck, but I couldn’t climb him like a tree until I made sure he didn’t get in trouble. Harvard wouldn’t look too kindly at an arrest on his record even though a lawyer could easily get the charges dropped.
Since Danny had stepped in front of me to block me from the guy’s view, I glared around his bulging biceps to issue a warning. “If you complain to anyone about your bloody nose, I’ll say I’m the one who did it, and you’ll look like even more of an idiot.”
The stripper—who wasn’t even a tenth as hot as Danny had been in his sexy Santa costume—scrambled to his feet, his voice nasally as he protested, “Nobody would ever believe it.”
Danny’s muscles bunched as though he was preparing to punch my classmate again. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I held him back as I quipped, “Maybe not. But do you know what they will take at face value? The truth. You came here uninvited and pushed your way into my home while talking all gross. I felt threatened, and Danny protected me. Case closed.”
“If we’re going with the truth, I might as well fuck you up a little more.” Danny cracked his knuckles. “I think it’ll sell the story better.”
“Definitely,” I agreed with a grin.
The stripper swiped at the blood dripping from his nose and muttered, “You’re not worth this much trouble.”
Before Danny could take a step forward, I tugged on the back of his sweatpants and slammed the door shut. “I do not understand how that guy made it to his senior year. He should’ve flunked out ages ago.”
“You won’t get an argument from me.” He yanked me against his chest, his hands drifting down my legs to dip under the hem of my robe. “The douchebag just proved how much of an idiot he really is. You’re worth any amount of trouble.”
I twined my arms around his neck. “Is that why you risked getting tossed in jail for that fool?”
“The bastard had it coming,” he growled, hiking my robe higher to cup my butt. “I should’ve kicked his ass just for seeing you like this.”
“You can’t go around beating up everyone who looks at me.”
He quirked a brow. “Maybe not, but I can make damn sure you never answer the door again looking like you’ve been freshly fucked.”
“It’s your fault I look like this.” I went up on my toes and brushed my lips against his. “You’re the one who started the last round.”
He cupped the back of my head with one of his hands and moved the other to my waist to hold me in place. “Damn straight, and I’m going to do it again soon. But nobody gets to see you like this but me. Got it?”
I reached between our bodies and cupped his impressive bulge. “Fine by me as long as you never wear these sweatpants out in public. I’m the only one who gets to drool over how good they cup your butt and outline your dick.”
“Deal.” He claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss before carrying me over to one of the couches in the living room.
I cradled his hips with my thighs when he laid me down and landed on top of me. But as the scent of garlic hit my nose, I pressed my palms against his chest. “What about dinner?”