Shit.
It looked like I was about to go round two.
Wiping my hands on a little white towel folded neatly on the sink, I kept my gaze locked on hers as she moved to stand behind me. “He doesn’t do girlfriends,” she said.
I knew preciselywhoshe was referring to, but I wanted to hear it from her lips. Turning around, I leaned against the bathroom counter. “Who are we talking about?”
She wasn’t buying my dumb, innocent act. “Brock Taylor. You might have slept with him, but you’ll only ever be an easy lay.”
“Convenient, since that was all I was looking for,” I replied dryly. I didn’t want her to think she had gotten to me. “If this is you staking your claim, he is all yours. I want nothing to do with him or the Elite.”
Her lip curled up in a sneer. “You say that now. But just wait. They all want a piece of them. All of them.”
“And let me guess, you’re the only girl that matters?” I snorted, shaking my head. She was a fool if she thought she could leash someone like Brock. Not that I knew him well.
Something flashed in her eyes as they narrowed, but then she shrugged it off. “I’m just letting you know how things are done here.”
“How very thoughtful of you.” Because she was blocking the door I came in through, I took the other one and found myself inside an endless closet of clothes, mostly jeans and T-shirts. An entire section of one wall was devoted to sneakers, color-coordinated in rows from shelf to shelf.
It was dark, but the light from under the bathroom door illuminated just enough for me to see. I meandered through the closet into the attached bedroom, halting at the doorway as my ears picked up something.
Shit!I wasn’t alone. Of course the bedrooms would be occupied. It was a party full of teenagers who had nothing but sex on their brains.
The rustling of sheets was followed by faint whisperings. I stood frozen, deciding what the fuck I was going to do. Try to tiptoe out undetected, or go back the way I came and face Ava in the bathroom?
A soft moan filtered over the dark room.Screw this. I’m out.
I took a step backward, and the fucking floor creaked. My heart thundered in my ears as I stopped moving, afraid to breathe.
Sssshit!
A head lifted from the bed, a gaze colliding with mine in the dark, and I could do nothing but stare back, caught in the heat that brimmed from those aqua eyes. I didn’t have to see the rest of his face to know who it was. A sinking feeling spread in my gut.
“Why did you stop?” the girl underneath Brock complained, sinking her fingers into his hair.
He ignored her, his lips twitching into a wicked smirk as his head angled to the side to regard me. “Do you want to join?”
Uh. I wanted to run from the room and pretend I’d never seen Brock’s hands on another girl, knowing damn well just how seductive those fingers would feel over my skin. “I’m a selfish lover. I prefer not to share.” I didn’t know how I managed to keep my voice level, but I was damn proud of myself at that moment.
His chuckle was husky, and I hated that my body responded to the sound.
The girl with him suddenly caught on that they weren’t alone. “Who is that?” she asked, sounding miffed.
Brock pushed himself off the girl as he climbed out of bed, strutting straight for me. I lifted my chin as he approached, halting when he was just inches away. The scent of his cologne teased my nose, and I really wanted to take a deep inhale.
“Are you sure I can’t change your mind, Firefly? Or should I call you Josie?” Damn him and his sexy voice.
So he knew my name. Big deal. I knew who he was too. And yet, I wasn’t prepared to hear it from his lips. But it was the nickname that made my knees tremble, a definite reminder of that night—a night I only wanted to forget.
His shirt was off, the front button of his jeans open, and I couldn’t figure out why I was still there. “You wish,” I replied dryly, putting my hands on his chest to shove him aside, but the plan backfired.
Brock caught my fingers, keeping my hand secured against his bare chest. I swear, I must have done something to piss someone off in another life to put me through such torment. Heat sweltered between us, and I glared at him, hardly believing this was the same guy I had slept with at the wedding. “I think you misunderstood. What happened between us, that was retaliation. It had nothing to do with you.” My fingers curled against his chest.
A dark brow lifted. “I know. I also don’t care.”
At that point, all Icaredabout was finding Ainsley and getting the hell out of there before I did something utterly stupid. And rash.
Like have sex with Brock Taylor. Again!