“What can I get you today?” Our server stops beside us. She’s attractive. Her dark hair is pulled up to show off her face. She checks out Drew, but he doesn’t look at her, keeping his gaze steady on me. My pulse kicks up a notch.
Drew nods for me to go first.
“Belgian waffle with strawberries and extra whipped cream.” I’ve never had a guy give me this much attention. Granted, the last guy I went out with was in a secret relationship with my friend and we’d agreed to fake date to appease our matchmaking moms.
“Eggs benedict with a side of your sourdough toast.” Drew continues to look at me not the server.
“Coffee?” the server asks.
“Yes, please.” We answer at the same time. His attention is a little unnerving, especially for what I want to discuss with him.
“Be right back with that.” She walks away, leaving us relatively alone.
“You were about to be honest with me. Something I greatly admire.” When he smiles, butterflies flutter in my stomach. How fucking cliché. But they respond more to him than most guys.
Okay, being honest with myself here, they don’t take flight for anyone besides my brother’s best friends. Yes, all three of them. Not that they feel the same way. Drew fascinates me because, outside of those three, I’ve never felt like this about a guy.
“Right.” I exhale. “For years, I’ve had a massive crush on my brother’s best friend.”
“Dante Stone?” Drew relaxes in his chair as he searches my eyes.
My face heats. “Um, no.”
Does Dante stir up something desperate and needy inside me on certain occasions? Yes, but I wouldn’t call it a crush. But there have been moments. Breathtaking moments.
Drew nods. “Finn?”
Finn Lawson, my brother’s other best friend. A certifiable flirt who makes me hot and achy when he’s close. But I always figured, that’s just Finn. Most women drop their panties for him. And while he’d be perfect for my current mission, I can’t do that to Wyatt, even if he doesn’t look twice at me. Or look at me ever.
“Also no. Wyatt.” I blush and fidget with putting my napkin on my lap. “He doesn’t see me that way though and I’m done waiting.”
“Sara.” He waits until I lift my gaze to his. “I’m open to whatever you want. You want someone to fuck Wyatt out of your system, I’m just the guy to do it. You need someone to go to events with and laugh at all the people, I’m down. If we’re being honest?”
The server comes and fills our coffee mugs before walking off again. If I didn’t have impeccable table manners, I’d release a frustrated breath. She has crap timing. And most days I hate having impeccable manners.
I take my cup and sip at the hot brew, waiting for him to continue.
“I noticed you that night at the restaurant. I’d noticed you before that too. It may have been a thing for redheads at first.” He flashes me a cocky smile.
I touch my red hair pulled up into a loose bun.
“Or the first time I saw your pale green eyes that look like a color out of a fairy tale. So honestly, I’m up for whatever you want because I want to spend time getting to know you. If that’s okay with you?”
“Oh.” My cheeks heat. I’m surprised I feel the same way. What if this could actually be ... something? I smile. “I’d like that.”
I knock on the door, then slap my hand against the solid wood. It’s almost noon, and you’d think one of the four guys who live here would be awake. I glance toward the elevator. There’s only one door on this floor and it belongs to my brother and his merry band of pricks.
My date with Drew got cut short because of Tom. Grrr, Tom is the biggest cockblock of my life. I blame him for Wyatt’s disinterest.
Drew was about to kiss me when I got bombarded by texts that made no fucking sense. My heart rate is elevated. If this is a prank, I’m going to rip Tom a new one.
I pound again and this time a voice comes through the door.
“Hold your fucking horses.” It’s muffled enough I’m not sure which guy it came from. I don’t care as long as someone lets me in, so if my brother isn’t being murdered, I can murder him.
The door swings open to a dripping-wet Viking of a man in a scrap of a towel that barely conceals anything. Damn. I bite my lip. His blond hair falls in curls to his shoulders. His chest is wide and cut, his waist narrow. Black ink starts on his pec and winds around his neck.
My mouth goes dry and my panties get wet. My attraction to him annoys the piss out of me because it most definitely isn’t mutual.
