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“Who the fuck are you?” I demand, and cringe at the hostility in my voice, but I don’t back down.
There’s a naked chick — barely concealed by a towel — dancing around my lounge…again! Frankly, it’s a sight I’m getting sick of, no matter how good she looks shaking her ass to Nirvana.
“Wh-What?” She’s stopped dancing, spun round to face me with a squeak. Somehow, her huge brown eyes get even bigger and rounder as she stares at me in disbelief.
“Alexa, stop,” I grumble in agitation. Instantly, the loud rock music is silenced. Good. I might be able to hear myself think now. I already feel a headache coming on, so I pinch the bridge of my nose in a futile attempt to stave it off. “I said, who the fuck are you, and I’d now like to add, what the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” I say slowly, so she understands me. The hot ones always seem to be a bit slow to understand.
“Your apartment?” she asks softly and blinks at me in confusion. She frowns, and it takes everything I have to control my urge to scream at her. Or shake her. Just how slow is she? I mean, Johnny isn’t known for picking up girls based on their IQ, but this one is beyond belief!
“Yes. My. Apartment.” I enunciate each word carefully, like I’m talking to a moron. For all I know, I am. “What are you doing in it?” I grind out, showing a great deal of patience, I might add.
“Erm, Johnny said—” she stammers, but I cut her off.
“Fucking Johnny!” I explode. I’m not normally so quick to lose my temper — that’s more Linc’s style — but I’m getting so sick of Johnny letting his conquests overstay their welcome. I hate that she’s wandering around our empty apartment, completely unsupervised. What if this woman was a thief?
Frustrated, I run my fingers through my shoulder-length brown hair, scooping it up into a topknot and quickly tying it out of my way with the elastic band around my wrist.
The interloper watches my every move. She’s oblivious to the fact that her towel is slipping down, but I’m not about to be a gentleman that points it out. Hey, a free flash is a free flash, and I’m only a man.
“Look, doll, I’m sure you had a wonderful time last night, and I know Johnny probably promised you the world, but I’m telling you now, it ain’t gonna happen. So you need to leave, just like all his other dolls do.”
“Leave?” She stares at me, and her full, luscious lips form a pout that makes my cock stir. I have to admit, she’s not Johnny’s usual type. Johnny likes them emaciated. This chick is smoking hot; she’s petite, but she has curves to die for, and ink to match. I’d love to get a closer look at both…but I don’t do sloppy seconds. Especially not Johnny’s.
“Yes, leave,” I say, and her lips tremble. Fuck it! I don’t want to deal with a crying chick. “Look, you can put some clothes on first…I’m not that much of a prick that I’ll chuck you out in just a towel.” I meant it as a joke, but she obviously doesn’t get it.
“Oh no,” she spits, anger flaring to life in her warm, copper eyes. It’s sort of adorable how she’s trying to be all fierce and pissed at me, but her eyes are like vats of molten chocolate that I want to drown in. They’re just too doe like to be anything other than beautiful. “I couldn’t possibly leave with your towels.”
I blink, and she’s whipped the towel off her head and a long, wet mane of chestnut hair tumbles down.
Oh, shit. I recognize her immediately.
I think I just fucked up. I’m pretty sure I just insulted Johnny’s little sister. And implied they were having an incestuous relationship.
Fuck.
Before I can apologize, she drops the towel from around her body as well, throws it at me, and storms into the guest room, slamming the door behind her. She moved so fast I barely got a glimpse of her creamy soft skin, but I definitely want another look. A long look. I want to memorize those decadent curves, brand her skin with my ink… I shake away my wandering thoughts. Dangerous thoughts. Very dangerous, and very dirty… That woman is going to be trouble, I can tell.
Sighing at my stupidity for not realizing sooner that this chick was way too gorgeous to be one of Johnny’s lays, I pick up the discarded wet towels and chuck them into the laundry hamper. I put the kettle on to make myself a tea, restart the music at a normal volume, and head into the shower myself.
Johnny texted earlier to say we’re all going out for dinner with his sister tonight, and I need to make a better second impression on her than I did the first. I’m pretty sure being clean and less smelly will be a step in the right direction, but I’m under no illusions that I’ll have some groveling to do later.
Done with my shower, I switch it off, roughly dry my body, and then wrap the towel around my waist.
I head out to the kitchen to grab my tea, but I stop short when I see Johnny’s sister curled up on the couch with my mug. I know it’s mine because it has a small chip in the rim. Linc keeps threatening to toss it out, but I don’t care if it’s damaged, I like it and it works just fine.
Damn this chick! My fucking mug! She’s stolen my tea, my favorite mug, my spot on the sofa, and I know she used my shower gel too. As soon as I smelled my signature scent on her, I should have guessed she was related to Johnny; he always steals my shit. But hell, if it doesn’t smell better on her than it does on me. I visualize myself flipping her onto her stomach and painting her ass red. I blink. Fuck, she’s in my head already, but it’s probably best I don’t think of Johnny’s sister that way. Not if I want to keep breathing, anyway.
“Nice tea?” I ask, trying to break the ice. She glares at me. Her face is a stony mask. “Shit, I’m sorry about before. I had no idea you were Johnny’s sister until the towel came off.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I’m sure she’s now hiding a grin behind the lip of my mug. “I mean your hair towel. Trust me, your body isn’t anything like Johnny’s at all.”
Her shoulders shake with silent laughter. I want to hit myself for sounding so stupid. Did I just imply that I’d seen her brother naked, too? I groan. I mean, sure, we all live together, but it’s not that kind of friendship. If I’ve seen that douchebag naked, it wasn’t intentional!
“I made you a cup of tea,” she tells me quietly. I think she’s taking pity on me and preventing me from digging myself into an even deeper hole. “To make up for taking this one. I wasn’t going to make it, because I was so mad at you, but then I felt a little bad. It’s on the side.” I listen carefully to her husky voice as she waves vaguely in the direction of the kitchen, and I spy a new steaming mug of tea where she pointed. I grab it, then join her on the sectional, sitting opposite, and putting my bare feet up on the glass coffee table. My toe prints will piss Linc off, but I don’t give a shit.
I can’t make out her accent at all. It’s unique, nothing like Johnny’s, who sounds completely American. I think he mentioned they have different mothers, but I wasn’t really paying attention. He talks a lot of shit, it’s hard to know when he’s being serious, rather than a dickhead.
“Thanks. I’m sorry about before,” I say again, somewhat reluctantly. But she made an effort, so I should too.
“Don’t worry about it.” She shrugs. “I was just messing with you, anyway. My brother’s an arsebadger; it stands to reason you thought an unknown woman in the apartment would be one of his bedpost notches.” A ghost of a smile passes over her lips, and I watch her intently. She’s fucking beautiful, even sitting on the sofa with wet hair sticking to her face, dressed only in a massive fluffy bathrobe. She’s stunning.
