The Games We Play Vol. 2 (Riley Grayson) Read Online Free

last night. He knew Ali wasn’t expecting him to ditch her and then show up with another woman. It was a dick thing to do. But in his defense, Ali had gone along with the whole thing.
    Still didn’t make it right.
    Standing here now, watching Ali leave, he couldn’t remember why he’d thought it was a good idea to invite someone else into the bedroom with them. Oh that’s right. Ali had scared the living shit out of him. She was so different from all the other girls he’d dated and fucked. He couldn’t think clearly around her. He’d needed a buffer, a distraction, someone to put a little distance between them. And it had worked perfectly, too. Until blondie fell asleep, leaving him essentially alone with Ali once again.
    Riley sighed and moved away from the window. He headed into the kitchen to find something to eat, but his mind was too preoccupied with Ali, with how she’d felt beneath him, with how her lips tasted, how glorious it had felt to come inside of her. And their goodbye, right before she got inside the cab, oh man. At least he’d had the wherewithal to exchange cell phone numbers with her.
    “Knock it off,” he scolded himself out loud. If he decided to call her it would be for another fuck. Nothing else. He snorted. Yeah, right .
    “I need to get out of here.” Letting the refrigerator door close, he turned on his heel and headed to the shower. Getting out of the house, getting some fresh air and painting would calm him, clear his mind. He’d like to go to the office and finish the mural in the conference room, but with it being New Year’s Day, they were probably closed and locked. He could try to call Veronica, but knowing he’d blown her off last night to leave with Ali she probably wouldn’t give him any special treatment right now.
    He’d just go to his private studio then, which wasn’t really a studio per se. It was a single room above a coffee house in town. But it served its purpose. It was private and no one knew about it. He’d never brought anyone to it. Even though he was tempted to if for no other reason than to have sex on the leather couch he’d put in there. Ali would be a good choice for that. He bet anything she’d be game to do it. Maybe.
    He frowned. Maybe. Ali didn’t just play hard to get, she was hard to get. She was sincere about it, too. It wasn’t an act to get a guy’s attention. He knew those types of girls. And he was bored with them. But Ali . . . she played a game all of her own. She managed to pique his interest. Something no other girl had done in years. For the first time in a long time, Riley had watched a girl leave knowing damn well he wanted to see her again. He only hoped she felt the same.
    ***
    Ali’s hand shook as she unlocked her apartment door and stepped inside. “Hil?” she shouted, dropping her keys into the bowl on the entryway table. “Hilary! You home?”
    “God. Do you have to yell so loud?” Hilary came stumbling out of her bedroom, hair thrown into a messy bun, yawning.
    Ali glanced at the clock. It was still pretty early considering they’d both been out so late last night. Oh well. There had been plenty of times Hilary had woken Ali to share good news or gossip about a date. Now it was Ali’s turn.
    “You sit. I’ll make coffee,” Ali said, pointing at the sofa. “I have so much to tell you.” She smiled. Hilary used to listen to Ali go on and on about Pat, but this time it was different. Ali had done something she never thought she’d do, and damn it, Hilary was going to listen. After all, it had been her crazy idea that Ali actually went through with.
    Hilary yawned again and stretched out on the couch. “All right. Spill it. How was the rebound sex?”
    Ali laughed. “Oh my God! It. Was. Amazing!” Ali filled the coffee pot with fresh water, put in a new liner, and put an extra scoop of coffee in. Both she and Hilary liked it strong, especially after a night of heavy drinking.
    “Good. I told you it would be