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5.
Alex
Idon’t remember getting back to the house, but I make it back somehow. I had seen pictures of Ryan Shadowvale before, but nothing could have compared me for how fucking hot he is. Tall. Lean. Fit. Handsome. He’s got this chiseled jaw that I want between my legs. It took all of my self-control not to throw myself at him. When he grabbed me by the chin, I thought I was going to start gushing right there in the chair.
Now, as I make my way up the stairs to the front porch, I’m suddenly very aware of the fact that I’m still wet. Horny. I don’t have any friends with benefits that I can call. I do, however, have a collection of romance novels that hit just right, and I’ve got a couple of great vibrators. Hopefully the batteries are working because I’m going to put them to good use tonight.
When I unlock the door and step inside our rental home, Beatrice is sprawled out on the couch reading a book. She looks up when I enter. Her eyebrows wiggle in excitement. I can’t figure out if she does this on purpose or not.
“Well? How’d it go?” Beatrice grins. I know she’s rooting for me. She always is. Even if I don’t get the job with Ryan, I have to admit that she’s a damn good roommate.
Sometimes I’m convinced she hates me. There’s literally no good reason for me to feel this way, but I know that I can be a lot to deal with. I’m mopey, I miss my brother, and I decided to go to grad school to become a teacher instead of becoming something useful, like a private investigator.
For some reason, I just always thought Aaron would show up one day.
I thought going to school meant I’d be smart enough to figure out where he was.
That never happened.
“Fine,” I say. More than fine. I’ve effectively fallen head over heels for her damn cousin: a guy who definitely has a collection of friends-with-benefits. At the very least, he’s probably got a couple of girlfriends. Maybe he’s having sex with them right now.
A jab of jealousy hits me unexpectedly.
What the hell?
He’s not mine. I know that. So why am I already feeling possessive of my potentially-future-boss?
“Oh shit.” Beatrice sits up and her book falls to the floor. She doesn’t even notice. “What happened?”
“Your book fell.”
“Fuck the book.”
Now it’s my turn to gasp. Beatrice has never met a book she didn’t like. Ever. She seriously has never dropped a book in her damn life. Beatrice loves her books more than anything else.
“He was mean to you.” Her eyes narrow. She reaches for her phone, presumably to call and yell at him.
“No.”
“You said it went fine. What does that mean?”
“How much do you actually know about your cousin?” I ask. Mostly, I want to know why he’s such a hot fucking bastard. He made me feel uncomfortable. On edge. Most of the time, when I’m dealing with powerful men, they don’t bother me very much. They tend to leave me alone. I don’t know if they’re scared of me or if they expect me to be scared of them, but our interactions tend to be much stranger. Today didn’t feel threatening. It felt hot. It felt less like a job interview and more like a first date.
I’m in over my head.
“I know enough.”
“And you’re close?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“But you’re also rich.”
