How dare he insinuate I was impertinent? And how dare Aiden act like he was some leader of the world? Grr. They both made me so angry.
I had no idea why Alice was interested in Aiden. I was going to urge her to change her mind and to focus on someone else. There was no way I wanted my best friend dating my bossy older brother. And there was no way I was ever going to sleep with Xander again, not even if he begged me. Not that I really foresaw that happening. Xander had no interest in sleeping with me again. He just wanted to torture me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I stopped outside of Henry’s bedroom and stood there like a fool. I didn’t really have anything to say to him. And I certainly wasn’t going to offer to do anything for—or to—him, as I’d insinuated to Xander. I stood there for a few seconds and was about to turn back around when I saw Xander coming toward the room with a sneer on his face.
“Did Henry throw you out already?”
“Excuse me?” I glared at him.
“You’re standing in the hallway, looking embarrassed.” He shrugged as he stood next to me. “I assumed that you’d gotten blown off.”
“Men don’t blow me off.” I tilted my head up to avoid looking at his chest.
“True. You’re not really the sort a man would blow off.” He licked his lips. “I think?—”
“Can I help you, Xander?” I cut him off, not wanting to go down the flirting road with him again.
“You look sexy this morning.” He looked down at my tank top and short shorts.
“Okay, and?” I would not let myself get caught up in this man again.
“And it makes me want to kiss you.”
“I don’t want to kiss you,” I sneered at him. “I don’t go back for seconds unless the meal was really, really good.” I looked him up and down. “And you, Xander James, were just not that good,” I lied, pride making me try to hurt him.
“I wasn’t good?” His eyes widened, and he smiled. “You call every guy you meet Mr. Tongue?”
“You’re good to go down on me.” My face reddened. “But that’s about it. I wouldn’t sleep with you again.”
“So, the only good part of me is my tongue?”
“Yep.” I nodded. “And every man has one, so it’s not even that special.”
“So, I’m an average man with average tongue skills and bad fucking skills?” He cocked his head to the side and studied my face.
“Yes, average tongue skills and F-grade skills in bed,” I lied again, unable to sayfuckingto him out loud.
I wondered if my face was giving me away. Xander had A-plus tongue skills and A-plus fucking skills. My body was burning up as we spoke, reminding me that I was lying out of my ass.
“Average and an F now?” His lips thinned. “Hmm, I’m going down on the scale.”
“Sorry, I didn’t want to be rude before, but you know how it is.”
“I do.” He nodded and grabbed my hand and then opened Henry’s bedroom door and pulled me into the room with him.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as he pushed me back against the door and positioned himself in front of me.
He didn’t answer me, but instead, his eyes mocked me as his face moved closer to mine.
“What are you doing?” I gasped again as he lowered his mouth to mine.
His lips were firm as they crushed into mine, and his tongue slid into my mouth easily. I moaned as his hardness pressed into my belly, and I kissed him back for a couple of seconds before I remembered where we were.
Oh shit, what must Henry be thinking?
“What do you think you’re doing?” I pushed him off of me and looked around the room wildly, my face a deep red.
