Walking Red Flag (Ocean View #2)

by Morgan Elizabeth

still hasn’t drunk from. She needs to. “So, what position should we do first?” “I’m sorry, what?” My mind shifts from water consumption to Gabi’s words. “Position. Like… sex?” “Kitten, I’m not having sex with you tonight.” She pouts—a full-out pout. “Why not?” “Where should I start?” “The beginning.” She’s pouting like the child she is adamant people not treat her as, and it’s adorable. Unreasonably adorable. “Let’s make a deal. You drink some water, and I’ll give you an answer.” She crunches her nose. “I’m not thirsty.” “Sober you will thank drunk you if you drink that.” Another scrunch, another pout. But she does what I ask. “For one, you said you have a rule about who gets that v-card.” “The guy needs to make me come.” “I’ve never done that.” “I bet you could.” I bet I could too. “Maybe. Drink,” I say, tipping my head to the water, watching her drink until it hits the 1/3 mark. Looking out the window, I see we have about five more minutes. “Even if I could, I’m not fucking you drunk.” “Why?” “I want you to remember it.” “I don’t forget anything. I’m an elephant. My brothers hate it because I have something on all of them. My oldest brother, Dom, snuck a girl into the house and she puked in my mom’s roses when he was home from school. I was nine and caught him. He gave me five dollars not to tell our mom. But like, what is five dollars, ya know? So I took the money, but I still use it to get my way sometimes. That’s not even the worst of it.” I smile. That seems like som...