“Baby girl, how are you doing?” Spike asks her.
“I’m awesome. Are you going to be able to make it to the match on Saturday?” she turns to ask me.
“That’s the plan. We’ll have to be down here for a few days, so I figured I’d stick around and watch you play.”
“Cool, then you can meet Evie. She had to go ‘cause she has dinner with her parents tonight.”
“Was that your friend?” I point to where the curvy girl ran off to.
“Yep, that’s Evie. She’s my bestie,” Ruby giggles. “She just doesn’t know it yet.”
“Oh, man. Girl, what project are you bringing home now?” Spike chuckles.
I’m beginning to wonder myself.
“She’s not a project. She just needs friends.” My sister’s eyes flick to the stands where the other girls have left. “Shit.” She moves to find out where they are going, then takes a relieving breath. “Thank goodness. Fucking Paris is harassing Evie.”
“Why?” I’m legit interested in finding out more about this girl. “How old is this Evie?”
My sister doesn’t miss a thing. She smiles slyly and cocks her head to the side. “Why you want to know, Mr. I Don’t Date?” She waggles her brows at me. “She interest you?”
“No, but any friend of yours that’s bringing enemies down on herself could bring it down on you. That I don’t want.”
“Evie would never dream of hurting me. Paris is only after Evie because she likes Evie’s ex. And for your information, Evie is almost twenty-two. She’s a senior.”
She’s still ten years younger than me, but I can’t help being interested in her. It’s not something controllable. “Well, let’s get to dinner. Go take a shower, and we’ll be out here waiting for you.”
“Okay. I’ll hurry.” She checks around us. “Where is Torch?”
“He didn’t come.” It sucks to see her face fall from my comment.
My best friend and VP is too old for my baby sister. I’ve told him that, and he’s promised to stay away from her now. But how do I keep her away from him? That’s the problem.
Ruby jogs off to the locker room, and I traipse around, stretching my legs after the nearly hour-long ride from Jupiter to here. I’m taking my sister to dinner, dropping her at the dorm, and then heading to the SoC clubhouse for the night. That’s the plan, although I’d love to catch a glimpse of that beauty again.
With that thought, heels click across the pavement, and I’m surprised to see the bombshell beauty strolling with purpose toward a white Audi Quattro. She’s now dressed in a pair of skintight leather-like pants, a black blouse, and a jacket. She wears jet-black heels with the famous red soles, indicating their expense.
She notices me and pauses for a moment before softly smiling. Her hair is up again in a tight bun, she’s applied eye makeup, and her lips are a sexy red. Gold hoops dangle from her ears, and I enjoy her eyes gliding up and down my body just like mine did to hers as she checks me out. Now that her breasts aren’t confined in the compression bra, I can tell they’re an abundant amount that a guy could fuck along with her lush body.
As if reading my dirty thoughts, her skin flushes an adorable pink, so I saunter toward her.
“Oink oink,” someone yells, and her head drops before she rushes off.
I swing my head in the direction of Evie’s taunter and recognize her as one of the girls from the bleachers. She’s blond and makes a pinched expression as if staring down her nose at me. “What are you looking at, criminal? I’ll call campus security.” Her voice is whiny and pitchy.
At the mention of security, my boys come stand at my back. Evie opens her door, goes to get into her car, and all I can do is stand there while she leaves me.
“I’m looking at a jealous cunt who won’t call security because my friends here just heard you bullying Evie.”
She huffs at me. “Don’t get your dick hurt. Evelise don’t put out, just ask my boyfriend. He dated her for years, and she only kissed him. Didn’t even let him go past that. If you’re interested, I’m sure one of my friends can help you, but not Evie.” She spits out her name.
From this distance, I notice Evie’s body tighten up, and she slides down into her car before starting it, staring at me through the windshield. I wave at her, and she waves back before driving away. I then return my full attention to Paris.
“So, you’re a pimp for your friends? Or are you the madam for them? Isn’t that the correct term? Oh yeah, that’s a criminal, too. At least here in Rhode Island, it is. And I’m not interested in used goods.” I chuckle and turn away as my sister marches over.
“Asshole,” Paris yells, and I laugh harder.
“Paris, shut the fuck up. Go suck another dick to keep your grades up,” Ruby interjects.
