“What aren’t you telling me?”
“I don’t know what you mean?” I easily lie.
“Yeah, alright. Let’s act like I haven’t seen you at the main club, yet you continue to mention how you’re coming here. Or the way you keep checking your watch. Holy shit, are you seeing someone at Avalon?” he asks.
Oh, if only it was that simple.
How do you tell your brother that you’re pinning over a woman you don’t know, haven’t spoken to, but could draw her pussy from memory?
What if she’s here now?
I look around the room, looking at the different single women sitting around.
“You are waiting for someone,” he says.
“Maybe I am.”
“Never thought I’d see the day, to be honest. Who is she?” he asks.
It’s then he glances over, his jaw slacked as a pretty woman with dark hair sits on one of the cushioned couches, sipping her drink.
“Her,” I say, nodding my chin in her direction.
“You’re full of shit. Stop fucking with me, Linc.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s Collin’s daughter, Jessa.”
He says it and doesn’t look away from the pretty brunette. He likes her, and it’s going to really suck if she also turns out to be Honey.
“Excuse me,” I say, nudging his shoulder and he grabs my arm.
“Do not fuck with me, Linc.”
I give him a grin, noting that either way, this is going to be enjoyable. He lets go of my arm as I approach the woman in question.
“May I take a seat?” I ask, even though my ass is halfway to being sat already. I glance over at Aiden, who is red in the face.
“Of course.” She gestures to the seat and I give her a warm smile.
“Lincoln,” I say, holding out my hand. She shakes it, her hand soft.
“Jessa.”
“I haven’t seen you here before,” I say, and she laughs. Is the laugh because she’s currently using glory holes or something else?
“I’m here for the tour and to possibly join,” she says, and I realize she’s not Honey. Regardless, I take this moment to fuck with my brother. I haven’t seen him get so irritated over a girl before.
“Is there anything I could do to sway your decision?” I ask.
“I have pretty strict rules being a visitor,” she jokes and I can see Aiden already approaching us, his face nearly red with irritation.
“There are so many ways to make you come without fucking you, sweetheart,” I say, and her throat bobs.
“That’s true. What would you suggest?”
What a little minx. No wonder Aiden is torn up over his dead bff’s daughter. She’s a bit too sweet for my taste, but for Aiden? If he can get over himself, she might be just what he needs.
