Page 159 of The Twisted Beats

She gets up, hops down the stairs, and stands a foot before me. She’s a short little thing, so I have to look down at her.

She’s wearing a red cinched corset-like tank top that has her perfect cleavage lined up directly in my sights.

Fuck, she’s sexy.

“Hey, Mr. Manners.” She waves her hand in front of my eyes and points to hers. “My face is up here.”

My cheeks burn and I slide my hands into my pockets as I bring my gaze up. “I…apologize.”

“No worries.” She laughs and flips her hair over her shoulder. “It happens all the time, but I enjoyed making you squirm.”

I stare at the audacity of this wicked little woman.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, I chuckle. “Well, you succeeded. What’s your?—”

The front door opens and Greg’s son strolls out. “Hey, you must be Mr. Crowne. My dad is waiting for you in the backyard. If you go along the side of the house, a path will lead you right to him.”

“I appreciate your help, Brendan.” I tip my chin up, showing him a gesture of thanks.

“Call me Guns. Everyone else does.” He slides his arm around the neck of the beauty he just claimed.

Oh, okay. It makes sense now. This must be his…flavor of the week? I’ve heard enough about him from his dad to know that she’s not his girlfriend.

“I should probably thank you for backing Ur Boyz, so thanks.” He puts his sunglasses on and peers down at her. “Ready?”

“More than. I’ve been waiting for you long enough. I need to get out of this stuffy place.” She removes her shades from where they were lodged between her breasts and slides them on.

I stare again.

Fuck, I need to get control of myself.

“See ya around.” Brendan tugs on her to get her to mosey away with him.

She brings her glasses down to the bridge of her nose and winks at me. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Crowne.”

“You too.” I glance away.

There’s no way I’m going to get between Greg’s son and whoever his current love interest is. That’s just stupidity.

They stroll away talking, but it’s nothing I can make out. They get into a brand-new black Ferrari and peel out of the driveway a moment later.

I shake my head. When I was his age, I was trying to survive as I worked my ass off to learn everything there was to know about investing and making what money I had work for me.

There were too many people I had to look out for. I needed money and a lot of it.

It’s been a jarring ride, and I didn’t get to enjoy the luxuries Brendan seems to experience. Far from it. No, I was busy dealing with trauma and cleaning up a catastrophe while building my legacy.

I focus on my task at hand and meander to the backyard.It’s an oasis lined with fresh flowers and perfectly manicured bushes, with a concrete patio, spa-like in-ground pool, hot tub, and a firepit area.

Lounge chairs are available in various places throughout each area. I even notice the top-level security system hidden in each corner of the house.

“Over here, Jaxon.” Greg’s sitting at an iron table, typing away on a laptop.

I wave and stride over. Then sit across from him with my back toward the house. “Thanks for seeing me today.”

“Thanks for trusting me to find you a home you can enjoy.”

Not being able to get my mind off the hot little number that just drove away with his son, I rest back in my seat and adjust my pants to give my dick more room.