Tawny begins stuttering, obviously flustered I caught her sneaking out. I take in her appearance. She's clothed, thankfully, but definitely looks guilty. Her hair is askew, and I'm certain that was the makeup she had on yesterday.
"I-I-I have to get going. I'll see you at work," she stammers. "Don't forget to clock in."
She has the audacity to boss me around even when I'm home?
Theo stands in his doorway, shirtless, as I'm left standing with my mouth hanging open.
"You hooked up with my manager?"
"Define hook up," Theo drawls.
His bare chest and muscles are so distracting. How can I concentrate on anything else when he's yawning and itching his back, displaying biceps that could suffocate a man's windpipe with a simple squeeze?
Once the entrance door downstairs slams shut, I approach him with a pointed finger.
"Don't bring women back to the house while our parents are away!"
"Are you jealous?"
His serious expression and accusation make me chuckle.
"I'm sorry, jealous of what? Having to share a nasty twin bed with that stranger?"
We're crammed in the entryway of his bedroom door, and I realize he's taking up way too much space.
"It's a full—"
"Or jealous because she had to sneak in because you don't have a place of your own? Oh wait, I'm jealous I didn't get pounded in a guest bedroom in my parents’ house."
"You're totally jealous," he repeats with a smug grin on his face that I want to smack off.
"Don't flatter yourself," I shoot back. "I'm sure you're still as inexperienced as you were ten years ago."
Our bodies are only inches apart, and he closes what little distance we have left by lowering his head to whisper in my ear, "You'd be surprised."
I blink rapidly as his breath lingers on my neck. He leans back onto his side of the doorframe, widening the distance between his chest and mine. All I want is for him to return to where he was so I can inhale his scent one more time.
I'm a fembot fromAustin Powers,and my head is about to explode from sheer arousal and aggravation.
Theo places his hands on his hips and waits for me to speak. He's challenging me. But I won't give in.
"Spare me the details of your erectile dysfunction. I have a job to get ready for."
SeeingAmeliabemusedsetsoff my morning just right.
Sure, Tawny and I hooked up last night. We made out until I got bored and told her it was getting late. She took it as a sign to sleep over. She must still live at home, too, because who else would have no qualms about sharing a tiny bed?
Either way, I'm a tad pleased Amelia saw. She can assume whatever she wants. Tawny is merely a distraction from lusting after the one woman I can't have.
Whatever you want to call it, my "relationship" with Amelia is already strained at best. Maybe she assumes my attraction to her has disappeared now that we are older. I was a dumb kid yearning after the first girl who talked to me.
I don't know where I messed up with her. Sure, I went into this situation already at a disadvantage because of how wrecked I was over my dad's death. I figured Amelia would be the same, but she seemed excited for our parents. And I hated that. I didn't want my mom to be happy with someone else. Especially Bruce. It was too soon.
And when Amelia gave my mom a chance, but not me, it was like the pain was compounded and multiplied.
She never opened up or got to know me. Which in turn made her my sworn enemy. But damn if I wasn't attracted to her from the first day I saw her.
It was forever ago, yet the same boyish fantasies and daydreams hit me at odd moments of the day. Like last night making out with Tawny. She was an itch that needed scratching, but it left me even more irritated.
