Because just like everything I’ve assumed about Rhiannon, spending time with her family somehow makes her even more attractive to me.
Gabriel is laughing so hard he can barely manage a sip of his beer as Rhiannon recounts our first time meeting at Bryant Park to him and Eden.
“He said that Vanessa Mayers wasn’t his type! Why would anyone say something so absurd?” she shouts at her sister, her arms spreading wide.
I can tell Eden is much shyer than Rhiannon yet goes along with everything her big sister says eagerly. I can also see the love and respect Eden has for her sister when she looks at her.
Eden gasps and clutches her chest dramatically. “Are you sure he wasn’t lying to you?”
“I wasn’t.” I try to interject but they both ignore me.
Rhiannon then proceeds to tell the story of how her social media page and subsequent court case led to the final moment when we both realized who the other really was which led to our brawl in the middle of the courthouse.
That was the moment where I thought whatever hold Rhiannon had on me had been snapped and I’d stop being wildly attracted to her.
Boy was I fucking wrong again.
I sit back and observe her chattering eagerly and gesturing wildly with her hands. She’s warmth, carefree, light and completely unguarded here, though I suppose even outside of her home, she doesn’t seem to know how to stop being herself.
And I like that about her. Hell, a hopeless romantic might even say that I love it.
She behaves around her siblings how she did the first night we’d met in Bryant Park. Her inhibitions are low and there’s never a wall up. I get the sense that out of all the Carpenter siblings, she’s the one to see the silver lining and point it out loudly. She’s the one to make them laugh when times get tough.
Most people back in the city put on an act to protect themselves from the harshness of the reality around them and to never show weakness. New York City isn’t for the kind-hearted. But I feel like I’m basking in the glow of her here, completely at ease, totally welcoming.
She tosses her dark brown hair over her shoulder, her lips still moving, but she catches me watching her. She smiles at me whileshe keeps talking, and I don’t look away. Don’t think I could even if I wanted to.
“So yeah, I put a dent in his perfect win record because he lost the case.”
Put a dent in my hand too.
“I can’t believe I followed your social media page and didn’t realize it was you,” Eden groans.
“Sorry, sis. I should have told you, but I simply wanted to provide an alternative perspective on things. I worry about people who have an all or nothing mentality.”
Eden rolls her eyes but hearing this version of her explanation for why she started the page unravels another mystery that I’ve wondered for weeks about. She did it all for her sister and that damn near stirs something strange in me.
Maybe it’s because I’d probably do something crazy like that for Rosie. I have.
Rhiannon reaches across the tabletop and squeezes her sisters’ hand gently as they smile at each other warmly, sharing some sort of silent, sisterly bond. It’s strange to see this side of her. The motherly and tender side because all I’ve seen are the versions of her that consist of her full tits bouncing up and down as she rides my cock or her cutting me with her sharp tongue and tossing a vase at me and slicing open my hand.
And all this does is remind me that she’s different. She’s so fucking different from any other woman I’ve ever met.
“So, the court case is the third time you two ran into each other, what was the second time?” Gabriel asks.
Rhiannon smiles sweetly at me. “Why don’t you tell them, Cain.”
“I’m an entertainment lawyer and I happened to be on set for a music video that Rhiannon was modeling in. She was riding a horse and didn’t know what the hell she was doing. I came over to help her off it and recognized her.”
And then I brought her back to the hotel where I was staying and fucked her on every surface before she disappeared again.
“You got to ride a horse?” Eden asks, her eyes widening.
Rhiannon nods with a smile. “It was pretty cool but I’m not sure I’ll do it again.”
“Entertainment lawyer, huh?” Gabriel asks as he takes a sip of his beer and raises a brow. “Bet you spend a lot of your time with models and celebrities.”
I know what he wants to know. He can tell I’m interested in his sister. Anyone with eyes would know that we didn’t just casually meet on set a few times and at the courthouse. I’m not hiding my feelings for her or the way that I can’t look away. But based on her own omission, she doesn’t have time to date which means I doubt she brings men over for dinner.
