Monday's preview for The Proposal

"We can help each other. That’s what friends do,” she said.

“Is that what we are? Friends?”

Amber didn’t answer that question. She let it linger in the air as Grayson’s blue eyes pierced hers. Because she didn’t have the answer herself. They were not lovers, but could hardly be classified as merely friends either. And Baby Mama and Baby Daddy didn’t seem to fit. It was going to take some time to figure it out. Whatever they fucking were now. This new dynamic between them.

“We can work out labels later. Now let’s get your ass up these stairs and get you a shot of the good stuff. You can’t help Leo until you help yourself.”

He snorted, “I forgot how bossy you were. No wonder you and Leo get along so well.”

“Yeah and don’t try me either. I won’t be putting up with your shit this evening. You’ll be a good little rich boy and do what the fuck you’re told. I’ll be giving the orders around here. You boys have just fucked everything up. I’m taking over.”

“Yes because you had it all under control by the looks of things. You nearly got yourself killed how many times today? I can see the bruises on you.”

“You’re one…to talk. They messed…up your…pretty face. And your…whole…don’t save me...speech…”

Amber grunted under the weight of helping his heavy ass up the stairs. Grayson was a solid wall of muscle. Most times that would make her heart beat a bit faster and her pussy get a bit wetter. But right now it was fucking inconvenient.  

“That was a legitimate request. You should have listened to me. And then you and Leo wouldn’t have nearly gotten yourselves killed. Why the fuck can’t you just listen?”

“Why…the fuck…can’t you just…stop trying to…be a fucking…martyr…and stop…being such an…ass? Damn… you must work…. out like… every fuckin’… day!”

He laughed, “I didn’t hear you complaining about that a couple months ago when we fucked that night in my gym.”