Torn: Part Four (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (The Torn Series Book 4) by Sky Corgan Read Free Book Online Page B

night, but you're sleeping on the floor.”
    “The floor looks uncomfortable.” He pouts, resting his forehead against mine.
    “It's the floor or you're going home,” my tone is clipped. “I'm tired and I don't feel like dealing with you anymore.”
    He exhales loudly, stepping away from me to scrub his hand across his face. “Fine. The floor is fine.”
    He sits on the edge of the bed again, and I quickly go to the closet to pull out a comforter and some sheets to make him a pallet on the floor. He watches me work, not saying anything. I can't help but wonder what he's going to think when he wakes up later on my bedroom floor. Will he even remember that he came here—what he did? Part of me doubts it. He seems pretty blitzed.
    By the time I've finished making his pallet, he's drained the second glass of water. He takes off his shoes and immediately sits down on the floor, spreading out onto his stomach to sleep. A small grin pulls at the corners of my lips as I look down at him. He's such a handful. Never in a million years when I first laid eyes on him at Club Fet did I think that this would be our relationship. Enemies. We hate each other. And yet here he is on my bedroom floor.
    I don't want to think about it anymore. I climb back into bed and turn off the light, thankful that this whole stressful ordeal is over. Hopefully, I'll be able to get some sleep tonight. I doubt it, though, knowing that the person I hate the most in all the world is sleeping right below me. Maybe I should pretend that I forgot he was there and step on him in the morning. Out of spite, of course. The asshole would deserve it.
    I crawl into bed and lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling, listening to his breathing. If he's asleep, I can't tell. He's not snoring.
    After about ten minutes, I turn onto my side to try to go to sleep. Almost the instant that I do, I hear Holden stirring. He stands, and I make my eyes slits, not wanting him to see that I'm still awake. Maybe he's uncomfortable sleeping on the floor and has decided to leave. One can only hope.
    He shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it in the corner. Then he loosens his tie and pulls it from around his neck. Then his hands reach the collar of his shirt and he begins popping the buttons open.
    He undresses silently, not even glancing at me. My eyes widen for a better look. In the darkness, I can see the shirt beginning to open and planes of hard muscle peaking through. Holy shit, his body is solid. As he fumbles with the buttons over his stomach, I see the rippling of his abs. Sleepiness leaves me as my core revs to life. When he shrugs the shirt off of his shoulders, I feel like I've died and gone to visionary heaven. He's cut like a God, has that perfect V indentation that points straight down into his pants. I bite my bottom lip as I picture sticking my tongue in that groove and licking all the way up it.
    Fuck! Go to sleep, Piper.
    I try to still the heavy beating of my heart as I close my eyes and nuzzle my face against my pillow. It was a nice tease, but nothing will come of it. He's just getting comfortable, and I can't blame him. I can't even imagine trying to go to sleep wearing a business suit, though alcohol can make almost anything comfortable if you've had enough of it.
    An image of his shirtless torso is burned into my mind. I wish I had seen him in the light. Part of me is glad that I hadn't though. I'm so hot and bothered that my fingers are itching to touch my clit. It's almost shameful how turned on I got by just that little bit of a strip tease.
    I wait to hear Holden lay back down on the floor. For several moments, there's just silence, and I wonder what he's doing. Then I feel the bed dip beside me.
    A blush covers my cheeks as he pulls open the covers and wiggles beneath them. He rests his head on my pillow with his forehead lightly touching mine. His hand slides around my waist. In my curled up position, he can't really work himself beside me. My knees are