RICH BOY BRIT (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance)(74)

At first, when she’d said Josh, I thought she was pulling my leg, but as I remembered our conversations, Josh was a guy who had asked her out last summer. She had joked that it would take a million dollars for her to go on a date with him because he wasn’t her type. I had laughed with her until I met Josh and saw all his muscles. I thought Jenn was crazy for not wanting to hang out with Josh. The guy looked like he hung out in the gym all day. He had a chain of cars most girls would die to ride in, and he was well travelled. He looked like the type of guy that could make any girl happy, any girl except my sister. So I hadn’t believed her when she had mentioned breakfast with Josh. However, when she walked down the stairs dressed like she was going to a VIP event, I believed she had somewhere important to go to.

I heard her call out that she was leaving, and I excused myself from Stacey’s arms to say bye to her. After all, I had asked her to let me know when she was leaving. I fully expected her to be wearing a pair of jeans and a plain sweater, but her outfit took me by surprise.

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay what?”

“You’re going dressed like that?”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Nothing, just that Josh might get ideas.” I don’t know why I said that, but once the words left my mouth, I knew that’s what she had wanted to hear.

“Oh, good. So I look seductive?”

I looked at her, trying to find the best way to express my mind. “Yes, you do.”

“Great. Thanks, bro. You better go before your date thinks I stole you.”

I could hear the sarcasm in her voice; she didn’t think much of my date. “She’s not my date.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s not what it looks like. Looks like you guys are already more than a date. Wouldn’t be surprised if you proposed to her.”

“Shh…she’ll hear you,” I said.

“Well, this is also my house. If she doesn’t like my words, she can leave. If you don’t like it, you can take her to a motel or up to your room, which I’m sure she’s already visited.”

I looked at Jenn, and in that moment, I noticed something I hadn’t before. She was mad at me, but in particular, she was mad at me for having Stacey around. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d have thought she was jealous. I didn’t understand why that would bother her so much.

“Fine, I get it. She got on your nerves,” I said. “Have a good date.” I watched her look behind me as if Stacey was standing behind. She wasn’t, but Jenn could still see Stacey in the living room.

“Looks like she’s ready for you, brother,” she said, smiling at me, one of those fake smiles I had gotten to know.

I shook my head as I watched her leave the house, her perfect butt shaped by the sweater dress, her small hips swinging side to side, and those legs, those legs that stretched for miles, walking out for a date with another boy.





JENN


I woke up the next morning in a better mood, not only because I knew I had made Tyler jealous the day before, but because I had a date with someone I had met at the movie theater. And no, his name wasn’t Josh! How I wish as I would have rubbed that in Tyler’s face. I went downstairs ready to make some breakfast for the family, but Tyler was already sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. I wanted to ignore him initially, but I needed to be the bigger person and brush everything under the carpet.

“Hey, Tyler. Where’s Stacey?”

“Who?”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten her. That was quick.”

“Oh, Stacey from yesterday?”

“Yes, that Stacey.”

“She doesn’t live here. Why should she be here?”

“Dunno. You have a knack for getting women to love hanging around you, so what can I say?” I smiled at him and walked to the fridge to grab the gallon of milk. I could feel his eyes digging into my back as I stood there in my sleeping shorts, which I knew were way too short to be decent. I was in a naughty mood and wanted to make him see what I could give him if he wasn’t busy chasing after every other thing in a skirt.

“What are you saying?” He was right behind me.

I turned around in surprise, nearly dropping the milk. I had been so engrossed thinking about how to make him mad that I hadn’t heard him walk across the kitchen.

“Did I startle you?”

“What the heck? Don’t do that again,” I said, trying to move aside and away from him; he was still standing right in my face.

“Do what? Startle you or come up behind you?” He was grinning.

“You know what I mean,” I said, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and sitting at the table next to him. I was more upset about the fact that him standing so close to me was arousing.

He sat with me, and for a few seconds, no one talked. When the silence became a little uncomfortable, I tried to change the atmosphere.

“So, what are you doing today?” I asked. I was hoping I could use my question to slide in the fact that I had a date with Kevin.

“Oh, nothing much. I was going to ask you if you wanted to go to the movies later in the afternoon,” he said.

“So tempting, but I already have a date.”

“Josh?”