Ashley Lynn Willis [Vandeveer Summer's Temptation (epub)

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.I’m surprised she doesn’t kick me in the butt for good measure.“Find something with heels.You can borrow my black Louboutins.I never wear them.”I shudder at the thought.Expensive shoes make me nervous.I’m always afraid I’ll scuff them up or snap the heel.“No, thanks.”A few minutes later, I’m back wearing inexpensive high-heel sandals that coordinate with my black miniskirt.If she doesn’t approve of these shoes, I’ll have to dig through my closet for the stripper heels I wore last Halloween.Liz nods.“Nice.Now let’s go find you a magic stick.”“I already have one,” I mutter.“It even has different speeds.”Strutting in her high-heeled boots, she leads the way out our front door.“The ones at the party have different speeds too.You just have to use their butts as the remote control.”“What if their butts are hairy?”“Then you picked the wrong guy.”They’re all the wrong guy, I want to tell her, but I bite my tongue.Over the past few days, her annoyance over my decision to swear off men has been building.After all, what good is a wing-woman who refuses to flirt?Ten minutes after arriving at the party, I have a beer in my hand and no one to talk to since Liz has already ditched me for a blond, buff hottie.She left me in the kitchen between a couple making out and two guys talking about the strip club they visited last weekend.I shift from foot to foot.This reminds me of the times I got separated from Wyatt at his frat’s parties.I’d always feel abandoned, and when Wyatt finally meandered back to me, I sulked.That must have annoyed him.I don’t want to be the girl who needs a man or a friend to feel comfortable.After drawing a deep breath, I will myself to relax.I’m taking a long pull of beer and trying to figure out what to do next when I sense someone watching me.I stand a little straighter and brush my long bangs farther to the side to free up my peripheral vision.The kitchen’s bright, making it hard to see into the dimly-lit living room, but the longer I stare, the more my eyes adjust.About a dozen people fill the room, some sitting on the couch, some standing by the front door, and others messing with the stereo’s sound system.Tyler’s sitting on the fireplace ledge, long legs stretched in front of him.He taps a pack of cigarettes on his thigh while he stares at me.To his left sits a guy a few years older with the same dark hair and Caribbean ocean eyes.He’s beefier than Tyler, with a thicker neck and arms, but he’s just as handsome.His eyes come to rest on me too, and I feel as if I’m on a stage with the audience waiting for my performance.I have no idea what kind of entertainment they’re expecting.This is getting uncomfortable.Tyler’s doppelganger moves his gaze to Tyler then back to me as though he’s trying to figure out what Tyler finds so fascinating about me.It’s as if he’s watching a tennis match and waiting for someone to scream deuce! My inclination is to flee to the backyard, but since this is my first foray out in weeks, I decide to try acting normal instead.I step to the wide entryway between the kitchen and living room and lean against the frame.“Staring’s not polite,” I say loud enough for Tyler and his friend to hear over Nicki Minaj’s blaring voice.Tyler blinks a couple of times, and his eyes sharpen as if he’s noticing me for the first time.He acts as though he’s coming out of a daydream and I just happen to be standing here, startling him with my presence.He recovers quickly, his lips turning up in a lazy smile that doesn’t match his guarded gaze.“Mom raised feral kids.We spent most of our time with the Labradors, digging holes in the backyard.”The beefy guy tilts his head back and laughs.“They weren’t holes.They were artillery craters from our G.I Joe tanks.”I stroll forward and stop a few feet from the fireplace.“I should have guessed from your eyes you were brothers.”Tyler shoulder-butts his sibling.“Cassie, this is Brian.”I hold up my beer in greeting.“Nice to meet you, Brian.”He nods.“Same.” His smile is kind and lacking his brother’s roguish edge.If there’s a good son and bad son, Brian is definitely the former.“I’ve never seen you on campus.Did you transfer from another school?” I ask.“Nope.I’m in med school at the University of Texas.”“Impressive.I barely passed biology.All the mitochondria and ribosomes confused the heck out of me.”“Don’t let her fool you,” Tyler says.“She’s a math major.”I don’t know what to say.I had no idea Tyler knew my major.Heck, with the revolving door of girls prancing around him, I’m surprised he even remembers my name.Shrugging off my confusion, I focus on Brian.“I’ve heard Texas’s medical school’s hard to get into.” I turn toward Tyler.“You must be proud of your brother [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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