Page 69 of Heartless Sinner

My father was also a senator, and I never felt the need to think of myself as some prized show horse.

I had zero interest in this guy, but Brooks deciding that for me still pissed me off.

“Yeah, because you plan to marry her,” Brooks grumbled. “You want to fuck her and run.”

“So? You got a problem with that?”

Brooks went quiet, and it wasn’t until his head tipped back that I realized he was chugging his beer.

He lowered it to the table. “Find a girl your own age. She’s too innocent for you.”

The guy scoffed.

For someone who claimed not to care, he’d been acting different lately.

He’d noticed when I walked into rooms.

Sometimes, he’d stop listening to whoever he was talking to.

Because he was looking at me.

Brooks stood and rolled his shoulders before heading toward the pool.

I couldn’t help but stare.

His muscles flexed as he dove in.

I thought that was the end of it, but it wasn’t.

Later that day, when his friends were gone and I was still waiting on Adelina to get back, I ventured downstairs for a bottle of water, still in my bikini.

I hit the kitchen and nearly turned right back around.

Brooks leaned against the stone waterfall island. His elbows were planted on the counter as he focused on his phone.

Not wanting him to know I’d been staring, I cleared my throat and headed for the fridge.

He slowly lowered his phone to the island. Somehow, I resisted checking if he was staring at my ass.

I did make sure to give my hips a little shimmy as I opened the fridge and conveniently decided I needed a water from the lowest shelf.

This time, he was the one who cleared his throat.

I turned, shut the fridge, and took an innocent sip of water.

He forgot about whatever had been on his phone as his stare drifted down my bikini before slowly making its way back to my face.

I’d be lying if I said I regretted choosing my tiniest bikini when I heard the hitch in his breath.

“Do you want one too?” I asked, holding up the bottle.

He shook his head and dragged his free hand over his face. “Nah. I’m good.”

“Did your friends leave?”

His shoulders tensed at my mention of them. “Yeah, uh … they took off.”

I loved that there was a certain shyness to him at the moment.