Shameless

Ch. 37

Karina's POV

"Thanks for dealing with me this past weekend," I tell Justin as we're on our way to the office. I'm so annoying, I don't know how he puts up with me. I don't care how much Jess begs me, I'm never drinking again.
He chuckles, grabbing my left hand and placing a kiss on top, his way of saying no problem. He's so sweet. I wish he wasn't so public, and that he wasn't Jess' dad.

"You're actually quite funny when your drunk." He smiles, remembering the night effortlessly. I can't remember what I did, or that whole night for that matter. I hope he means that he found me knocked out with pizza in my hands because that's how I woke up.

"Really? What did I do?" I ask, pivoting my body to face him. Kehlani's voice softly playing in the background.

"It's not so much what you said, it's more what you did." Great. I hope I didn't interrupt his meeting.

"What did I do..." I ask, memories of my past surfacing. Sometimes I tend to be a little truthful and act upon how I feel. I hope I didn't embarrass him.

" I walked into my room after my meeting, and there you were. Waiting in your skimpy little shorts. Even though we just fucked, and you had just told me a couple of hours before that you wanted to stop seeing me." He smiles as he recalls, the freeway in front of us is empty for the most part.

"Oh no" I voice, not being able to remember what shorts I wore, I hope his business partners didn't see my ass.

"Oh yes, baby," He chuckles, " You were so persistent, and honest. I like what wine does to you, I might have to take you to my hotel in Canada for a 'business trip'. " He quotes with his fingers, smiling widely at the memory. " But I would never take advantage of you like that, you also fell asleep mid-sentence, I put your shorts back on and put you back into Jessica's bed." He assures me, and I sigh. Okay, not that bad. Unless he's holding back, I'm sure drunk Karina did more.

"Speaking of my shorts, I only had shorts on when I woke up. I woke up with no panties. Did I leave them in your room? I only have like 2 left and the rest of my underwear is for grandmas." I tell him, hoping I didn't lose another pair. I'm not that big of a hoe, I probably lost a couple on the move.

"Uh, no. You didn't have any when I put your shorts back on." He says, his hand moving off the steering wheel to scratch the back of his neck. Why is he lying?

"Really? It's not like me to not wear underwear." I tell him, wanting him to tell me the truth. I probably did something dumb with them and he's not telling me. "Well, I didn't see any." He says, his hand scratching his neck again. I love knowing what his tell is. I should play poker against him, I'd be hella rich.

"Why are you lying? Did you take them?" I put two and two together, he seems like the type of dude to do that. Woah, besides the whole daddy thing, he's probably freakier than I thought. Like, butt-stuff freaky.

"What? Pfft, what makes you think I'm lying?" His voice rises an octave or two.

"I just know," I cross my arms and raise up my eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. He just puts on his fuck boy smile, licking his lips to distract me from my question.

"Listen, baby, I don't know what you did with your panties, but I'll be more than happy to get you some more." He says, his hand moving off the wheel onto my thigh. Hmm.
I squint my eyes at him, not buying his conversation director, but decide new panties sound fun.

"Hmm, okay if you say so." I agree, too bad he won't see them for a while. He nods, starting to stroke his fingers toward my inner thigh as we take the exit ramp. I scoot over, placing his hand back on the wheel.