The Casanova (The Miles High Club #3)(77)
Elliot rolls his lips as he looks at my house, and I know he’s not happy about me going inside to Daniel. “What are you going to do all weekend?” I ask.
“Unpack a million boxes.”
I can help . . . No, play it cool.
“Okay, well, have fun with that.” I smile.
“What are you doing?” he asks as he slides his hand up my thigh; I lean over and kiss his shoulder.
“This afternoon I’m cleaning my house and then tonight I’m having dinner with my brother.”
“Okay. Have fun.”
We stare at each other and I smile shyly. Elliot Miles makes me feel like a schoolgirl; the earth spins fast and I’m giddy.
“I’ll give you a call?” he says.
“Okay.” I lean over and kiss him and his lips linger over mine.
I hate saying goodbye to this man.
Our kiss deepens and he smiles against my lips. “Stop it or I’ll drag you back to my place to play Old McDonald.”
I giggle and open the car door, get out, and lean in the open window. “Good luck with your ducks.”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t remind me.”
“What are you going to do?”
He shrugs. “Wait for the damn real estate agent to call me back.”
“Okay, good luck.” I give him a wave. “Bye.”
With a smile and a wave, he pulls out and drives away.
ELLIOT
I pull up at the valet area in the underground parking lot and get out of my car.
“Nice to see you, Mr. Miles.”
“Hello Raymond.” I smile. “Is my brother in?”
“I believe so.”
I hand my car keys over and take the elevator to his floor, get out at the private reception area, and ring the bell. I hear it let out an internal buzz and I wait, noticing a new painting which I inspect closely. “Hmm, average,” I mutter under my breath.
The door opens and a disheveled-looking Christopher comes into view, wearing only boxer shorts. He frowns. “Hey.”
I smile and rock up onto my toes. “Hi.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Picking you up, get dressed.”
“Now isn’t a good time—”
I cut him off as I barge past him into his apartment, and come face to face with a beautiful brunette lying on the couch in only a T-shirt. “Oh.” I wince and turn to Christopher. “Sorry to . . . interrupt.”
Christopher widens his eyes in a subtle fuck off gesture. “That’s fine. Elliot, meet Siena.”
I nod. “Hello.”
“Hi.” She beams.
I hear a sound coming up the hall to see a drop-dead gorgeous redhead . . . also scantily clad in one of Christopher’s T-shirts. “Ah . . .” I smile. Two of them . . . I really am interrupting. “Hello.”
“Meet Chantel,” Christopher interrupts me.
“Hi,” she purrs as she hungrily looks me up and down.
She’s familiar, I’ve seen her on the circuit. With looks like hers she’s easy to remember.
My eyes go back to my brother’s and he twists his lips in a further fuck off, right now gesture.
“I’m sorry for the interruption, ladies, but I need to steal my brother for a few hours.”
“Oh no . . .” Siena frowns.
“Ah, duty calls,” Christopher replies casually as he walks into the kitchen. “Party’s over, girls. Until next time.”
“Aww,” they both complain.
I smile and follow my brother. I remember these days well. So many women, so little time.
Elliot turns on his coffee machine and makes two cups. “What the fuck are you doing here at this ungodly hour?”
I glance at my watch. “It’s ten thirty and we have a major issue.”
“What’s that?” he mutters dryly as he sips his coffee.
“There are killer ducks roaming around my new house.”
“What?” He frowns.
“Ducks, at least a dozen. They attacked me this morning, chased me, wanting my blood.”
His eyes widen. “Like, duck ducks?”
“Yes, Christopher,” I snap. “What other kind of ducks are there?”
“Well, what do you want me to do? I know nothing about fucking ducks.”
“Get dressed.”
“Why?’
“You’re helping me catch them.”
“We can’t do that?” he splutters. “Call somebody.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not calling someone every single time something goes wrong in this house. I want to do it myself.”
“Listen,” he mutters into his coffee. “If you must do this little-man-versus-the-wild experiment in enchanted land, can you at least leave me out of it? I’m a city man, haunted castles with wild animals are completely out of my realm.”
“No.” I stand. “Hurry up.”
“Fuck’s sake.”
The girls appear in the kitchen. “We’re going.”
Christopher stands. “Frederick will drive you home.” He kisses Siena and then turns to the redhead; his hand drops to her behind as he kisses her and I know from his body language that she’s his favorite.