The Rules Regarding Gray by Elizabeth Finn Read Free Book Online

blonde with oversized tits. She was his type . But he didn’t pay her any attention, and he turned back to Ian.
    “Give me your keys,” he demanded.
    Ian fished them out of his pocket, smacking them into Jasper’s hand. “I’m not that drunk,” he slurred.
    “You are actually. Which one is your house key?”
    “Why?” Ian was getting belligerent, but he took the keys back, fingering them until he came to the right one. He held it up for Jasper with an annoyed expression on his face.
    Jasper took it off the ring and handed it back to Ian. “I’m taking your keys.” He turned and started walking away.
    “How the fuck am I supposed to get home?” His face was scrunched up in confusion.
    Jasper turned around slowly, and when he was staring at Ian, he spoke. “Seth, you call Ian a cab when he’s ready to leave.” Jasper studied Ian for a moment, his jaw clenching tight before he forced himself to relax. “And I want to know if he leaves alone.” Jasper walked away toward the back door then.
    “I work tomorrow, asshole,” Ian muttered angrily.
    When Jasper turned back once more, it was to see one of the flirts hanging on Ian’s arm. “I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow morning and drop you here to get your car.” He didn’t wait for a response. He turned and left out the back door.
    It took him less than five minutes to get to Gray’s building, and when he pulled up in front, she was sitting on a bench by the door under a streetlight. It was dark out, and she didn’t notice him at first. She was sitting cross-legged on the bench, and as he studied her, she lifted her hands to her head, undid her bun, and then let her long auburn hair fall.
    He stepped from his car, and when he walked around it to the curb, she finally saw him. Her mouth dropped, and her eyes shot open wide, staring in shock at him as he walked toward her.
    “What are you doing here?”
    He held up Ian’s keys for her to see. “Ian had too much to drink to come himself. Now, which of these are yours?” He tossed her the keys, and she caught them one handed.
    She fished through the few keys on the ring before taking hers off. When she handed the key ring back to him, his fingers brushed against hers. She stood then, but before she could reach for her duffle bag on the bench, he snatched it up.
    “Thanks for bringing me the key,” she said quietly, and then she held her hand out to take the bag from him.
    “Can I come up?”
    Her eyes were wide saucers of green as she watched him. “I don’t think that’s a good—”
    “I want to talk to you.” He made no move to give the bag to her, and he focused on her as she decided.
    She finally nodded and turned toward the building. He followed her in, into the elevator, and up to the fourth floor of the old building. The elevator exited into a central interior room with only three doors opening off it. One was labeled “Stairs,” and the other two were labeled “4A” and “4B.” The building was split in half from the front to the back, and each loft consisted of half of the front of the building, an entire side exterior wall, and then half of the backside of the building. As she opened the door to 4B, he saw just how large such a layout was.
    It was exactly the type of space he loved. The floors were stained and finished concrete, the ceilings were insanely tall, and the windows surrounding all three exterior walls were large and arched, starting from the floor and extending halfway up the wall toward the ceiling. He followed her to the open bedroom that sat on the front interior corner of the loft. The elevator lobby on her floor created an alcove of sorts for the bedroom. Her bed was large with simple white sheets and a white down comforter, and the head of the bed was centered on one of the front large arched windows.
    She dropped her duffle bag on the bed, and then she walked toward the kitchen. The kitchen was free standing in the center of the open loft with a large dining