She nods. “Hell yeah, I am.” She pauses. “You look surprised. Don’t know many women that ride?”
“Ah, not really,” I mutter. But as I say that, I think about Cam and Bronte and Skylar. They all ride.
And so does Natalie.
I get hard at the thought of her ridingit, which becomes uncomfortable and awkward considering we are in public right now.
Think of something else.
Strawberries.
I bet she tastes like strawberries.
Nope. Okay, maybe I’ll try counting.
One, two, three.
“You have a very weird expression on your face right now,” she says, staring at me. “Are you okay?”
I clear my throat. “I’m fine.”
Aries laughs out loud, and for the first time since we were born, I wish that he wasn’t here right now.
“You sure?” she checks, before shrugging and turning back to her sister and reengaging their conversation.
I like to think of myself as pretty confident with women, but something about Natalie has me a little out of sorts. She has an energy about her, a presence that commands the entire room. She’s a powerful woman.
We finish our drinks, and when Natalie and Cara head off to play some pool, I sit down next to Decker, my eyes still on her.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says, smirking. “Although I’m happy to see you finally take interest in a woman, I’d prefer if it wasn’t that one.”
“Why not? Is she not single?” I ask quietly. I know it’s a bad idea asking about her, but I’m curious.
“For you? No.”
“What? Why?” I ask, insulted.
“She already wasn’t interested in me—that means she’s not interested in you,” Aries says, amusement written all over his face. “We look the fucking same.”
“I know that. What happened anyway?” I ask him.
He puts his empty glass down. “I asked her if I could buy her a drink, she said no. Later she saw me with the two women I went home with that night and smirked at me.”
Great, so she thinks we’re womanizers. But it’s a manageable situation. Aries and I might look similar, but we are different people. I could sell that to her.
What the fuck am I thinking? I’m not going to sell anything to her. This is not a good idea.
I decide to play it off. I know what I need to know. “Okay, I guess she’s not into men who look like Greek gods, then.”
Decker laughs. “You’ve got a healthy dose of ego, you know that?”
“Healthy?” Aries mutters, crossing his arms and arching his brow.
I look up at him and grin. Aries shakes his head at me.
Aries is the strong and silent type, so no one usually pins him for being quite the ladies’ man. Natalie apparently has seen that side, though, so she now knows what most don’t. Because I’m chatty, and rather fucking charming when I want to be, I know people assume that I’m the twin to look out for. To avoid.
But that’s not true. If you ask any of my friends, they’d tell you that they haven’t seen me openly dating anyone. I’m friends with a lot of women, and I’m well known, but not in that way. No one has been on the back of my bike, no one except Nadia, who is a friend of mine, and that is all that was. Even though it was innocent, her man, Trade, is still pissed at me over that, the possessive asshole.