The next thing I know, my hand is stinging from slapping the shit out of her before she can put her hands on me. Corey is at my side right away. He gets between us before this disrespectful heifer can try something else.
I look down at my clothes and groan. My white shorts are ruined, and my thin top is now see-through and stained red. I peel the top away from my front.
A yelp leaves my lips as I’m suddenly picked up bridal style. I look up into the angry face of Bentley. He starts for the stairs that lead to the second level of the house.
I’m in shock at first. Then annoyance runs through me. Is he angry because I slapped his girlfriend after she attacked me?
“Where are you taking me?” I hiss.
“Your top is see-through. You need something to cover you up.”
“Bent, put me down. I can walk on my own.”
“Your bra is as thin as this shirt. I can see your nipples. I’m not putting you down for anyone else to see,” he says tightly.
I look down at how he has me pressed tightly to his chest. My cheeks heat. I am wearing a thin-panel bra with no padding. Instead of protesting, I wrap my arms around his neck.
He walks into one of the bedrooms and kicks the door closed behind him. Then he places me on my feet. His chest is heaving as he looks down into my eyes. My shoes are giving me a bit of height, but I still have to tilt my head back to make eye contact.
He opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, but clamps it shut and shakes his head. Turning, he then heads for the closet. He peels the shirt he’s wearing off.
His back comes into view. The way it flexes and ripples with the motion causes me to pull my lip between my teeth. He’s so much bigger than the last time I saw him—more muscular and bulky.
He reaches into the closet and takes out a dress shirt. When he turns to face me, my mouth drops open. His body never used to be this sculpted.
He comes over to hand me the shirt. I take it as I eat him up with my gaze. He flexes his pecs, breaking me out of my trance.
“Put that on and I’ll take your things down the hall to clean them.”
“Thanks. Why did you take your shirt off?” I say just above a whisper.
“The front is covered in red shit from where you were pressed against me. I need to change it. Why? You see something you like?” he says with a cocky grin on his sexy lips.
Bentley has a nice white smile and a wide mouth. His lower lip is fuller than his upper one, but his upper lip makes the perfect bow. He would make a great male model.
“No, I … I … I um, can you turn around so I can change?”
He looks me over lazily. I bring the dress shirt up in front of me, clenched tightly in my hand. He lets out a small laugh and turns to head back to the closet.
Nervously, I place the dress shirt down on the bed and start to undress. I strip down to my panties and slip the dress shirt on. It swallows me, so I pull the belt from my shorts and wrap it around my waist.
“Zah, we should talk,” he says as I turn to find him staring back at me.
“Were you watching me, asshole?”
CHAPTER 6
Crazy Actions
Bentley
“What? No.”
“You were staring at me when I turned around. I didn’t tell you I was done. You were watching me, you perv,” she tosses at me.
I wasn’t watching her. Not really. I glanced in the mirror a few times. On the last glance, I saw she was done and turned at the same time she did.
I close my eyes and throw my head back. “I’m not an asshole or a perv. I turned the same time you did. Why has everything been so hard with you today?” I growl in frustration.
