Drop Dead Sexy(62)

After stepping back into the bedroom, I found Catcher on his back, his arm draped over his eyes as he snored softly. Inwardly, I did a little happy dance that I hadn’t woken him up. I eased the bedroom door closed before padding down the hallway.

When I walked into the kitchen, I did a double take at the sight of a tall, willowy, twenty-something blonde lounging on one of the bar stools. She glanced up from the magazine she was reading.

At the sight of me, her blue eyes lit up. “Good morning.”

“Um, good morning.”

She gave me a sheepish grin. “Sorry. If I’d known Catcher had company, I wouldn’t have stopped by.”

Since the odds of Catcher having a platonic relationship with Coed Barbie were pretty slim, I tried everything within me not to lose my shit. A tempest of anger and hurt swirled within me, and if I didn’t get out of the kitchen, I was either going to punch Barbie in her perfect face or puke.

I started backing up. “No. That’s okay. I mean, you obviously have a key, so you two must be serious.”

She held her hand up. “Wait, don’t go. I like meeting Catcher’s girls.”

Girls? Catcher had girls? It was bad enough seeing Coed Barbie in Catcher’s kitchen, but now she was saying there were more women in his life? Oh, hell no! “Um, I appreciate you being friendly and all, but I’m really a fan of monogamy.”

Barbie frowned. “Excuse me?”

“Just can it, okay? As soon as I can get dressed, I’m out of here, and he’s all yours. Or I guess I should say he’s yours and all the other Barbie bimbos he’s stringing along.” I whirled around and stomped out of the kitchen and down the hall.

I threw open the bedroom door, sending it flying back into the wall. Before Barbie, I would have been horrified I had damaged the paint, but now I didn’t give two shits if I had mowed down the entire wall.

Catcher was reclining back against the pillows with his hands behind his head. “Morning, Liv-Bug,” he said with a sexy smile.

I just stood there, staring incredulously at him, as my heart began to crumble in my chest.

He flung the sheet back, showing me his straining cock. “We were both sad when we woke up to find you gone.”

Well, I’m sure Barbie would be happy to tend to your needs. Without a second thought, I barged over to the bed. I couldn’t contain my overwrought emotions, so I reached over and grabbed one of the pillows. I then promptly whacked the hell out of Catcher with it.

Catcher pushed the pillow out of the way. “Olivia, what the f*ck was that for?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact there’s a blonde bombshell out in the kitchen.”

Catcher’s smile faded a little. “You met Molly.”

“Although we didn’t exchange names, yes, I did meet her.” I motioned to his crotch. “And as far as he goes, you can get the Bimbo Barbie to take care of you because I’m leaving.”

“Oh f*ck, Liv,” Catcher grunted.

I went over to chair where I’d put my clothes after our fireplace sexing. Catcher took me by surprise by hopping out of bed and grabbing me in a bear hug.

“Let me go,” I demanded as I fought against him.

“Not until you let me explain.”

“What is there possibly to explain? It was all just made perfectly clear to me. I’m just one of many in your harem.”

Catcher chuckled. “That’s not what it is at all.” When I started thrashing against him again, he pressed his face into my neck. His warm breath tickling the tender skin of my earlobe momentarily paralyzed me. “Molly is my baby sister.”

At the word “sister”, I went limp in his arms. “She’s your sister,” I repeated lamely. Sweet baby Jesus, I’d just completely made an ass out of myself over nothing.

“Yes. My very spoiled sister who likes to raid my fridge and mooch off my cable when my parents have cut her off.”

“Oh God,” I moaned as extreme waves of mortification rolled over me.

“It’s okay, Olivia.”

“No, it’s not. I not only made a fool out of myself in front of you, but I was a total bitch to your sister.”

“That’s okay. She usually deserves it.” When my response came as another moan, Catcher squeezed me tight. “Come on. Let’s get dressed, and I’ll properly introduce you to Molly.”

After swallowing down my continued embarrassment, I nodded at Catcher. “Okay.”

He surprised me by bestowing a tender kiss on my lips. When he pulled back, he smiled at me. “I gotta admit that what you just did, acting all crazy jealous, I liked it. A lot.”

I rolled my eyes. “You would, Mr. Egomaniac.”

Catcher snickered as he dropped his arms from around me. “I was just trying to get you to stop beating yourself up.”

“I suppose you get a B for effort.”

“At least it’s not an F,” he mused, as he threw a shirt over his head.

Although I was glad to have the opportunity to make things right with Molly, I was going to feel like an ass doing it in my sexy dress from last night. Once we were clothed, Catcher and I headed out of the bedroom. Instead of being on the bar stool, Molly stood at the top of the hallway, peering at us. As I took her in, I realized that I had been pretty blind not to notice how much she and Catcher resembled each other. They had a lot of the same facial features, including their shared blue eyes.