“Fuck, bro … gross.” Pierre moans.
“I didn’t ask for nudes, you perv,” Felix says, punching Pierre.
“You don’t want photos of me?” Issy asks.
“Baby, of course,” Pierre says.
“Ew, gross,” Felix says, shoving my brother, mocking him.
“I’m just going to grab my purse,” I say, leaving the two of them to bicker. Rushing back into my bedroom and grabbing my bag, I send a quick text off to Emmett.
Joelle: We are about to walk out the door.
Emmett: I’m ready.
Emmett: Also, why are they coming here?
Joelle: The girls wanted to go shopping for dresses for the Christmas party.
Emmett: Ah. Okay. Girls’ day. So, I’m on brother sitting duty.
I laugh.
Joelle: Something like that.
Emmett: Can I make a request on the dress?
Joelle: Sure.
Emmett: My tie is red so …
Joelle: Are you asking me to match you?
Emmett: Yeah.
Oh, my goodness, this is too cute.
Joelle: I’ll see what I can do.
Emmett: I mean, a photo would be nice.
Joelle: You will be with my brothers.
Emmett: Shit. Yeah. Take photos, save them and show me later.
Joelle: Okay. Got to go.
“Jo, are you ready?” Collette calls out.
“On my way,” I call back.
I follow the guys down the hall, they are still bickering about something as they knock on Emmett’s door. He opens it, and he’s dressed in only low-slung gray sweats, my mouth waters. Is he trying to kill me?
“Morning, fellas, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he says as he looks over the crowd surrounding his front door. Those stormy green eyes land on me, and my body breaks out into goosebumps.
“The girls are going shopping, so we thought we would bother you,” Felix says.
“Of course, anytime,” he says. “I was going to catch up with Sully and the guys anyway for brunch, if you’re interested.”
