“No, you’re not.” Cole flips the channel until it lands on some football game. “You’re like thirteen.” He gives a sideways grin. “Besides, you’re just a baby. You’re not allowed to like guys. You can like guys in books. How’s that? I hear book boyfriends are all the rage.”
Thirteen?Bookboyfriends? I glance over to Bryson, and my face heats up like a Texas sidewalk. The only thing in a rage around here is me.
“Sounds perfectly boring,” I say it mostly to myself.
“That’s my goal.” Cole flips the channels again before settling on a cage fight. “I’m here to make sure your stay at Whitney Briggs is perfectly boring—and more than slightly educational.”
The small harem from his bedroom saunters across the living room, holding their maxi-dresses at the knees and waving like pageant queens as they take off.
“See you tonight at Delta.” The blonde blows a quick kiss to Bryson, but he still has those ice-colored eyes locked over mine.
Looks like Cole has a different set of standards for me than he does for himself.
“Perfectly boring,” I whisper.
I glance up at Bryson, and my thighs quiver. He’s branding himself over my skin, my heart, and not one bit of me wants to stop him.
I have a feeling my stay at Whitney Briggs is going to be anything but boring.
