I rang the doorbell again. Bells chimed inside, the sound muffled through the ornately carved solid-oak door.
The door creaked open.
“Amy!”
“Alfie!” I yelled as Sebastian’s younger brother came sprinting toward me. I hugged him.
“Welcome to our house!” he said happily.
“It’s a beautiful home,” I assured him as he helped me load the boxes inside.
“Is the food here yet?”
“No,” I said, “but I do have an extra-special treat just for you.” I pulled a breakfast biscuit out of my purse to hand to him.
Boot steps on the marble floor echoed loudly through the somewhat sparse foyer. I glanced up and let out a little scream as Sebastian, naked from the waist up, raced toward us.
He let out a strangled noise. “Wait!”
“Oh my god!”
I meant to add,Where is your shirt?but the first part of it was all I could choke out as I came—Ha! Almost!—face to, well, chest with Sebastian’s bare torso. He was slightly sweaty, and the muscles on his pecs and washboard abs rippled as he hauled Alfie away from me.
His torso narrowed to trim hips fitted with tight white polo pants that left very little to the imagination. The black above-the-knee riding boots were not helping my brain cells as they swan-dived into a pool of hormones and lust.
Say hello! Say anything!I pleaded with myself as I stood there and drooled.
Sebastian was talking and waving a little bottle at me.
God, he is so fucking hot!His dark hair was slightly messy and fell over his forehead.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the stress eating, but I totally wanted to say to hell with the couples shower and just make out with then fuck him all afternoon.
Terrible idea! You don’t even like him!
But I was willing to lower my standards.
“Do…” I slurred, trying to say something coherent.
Sebastian glowered at me then grabbed my hand and sprayed it with a bottle of something cold and alcoholic.
My hand also happened to be at the perfect height that if I just took a step and a half forward, I would have a handful of whatever he had hiding in those tight pants.
Sebastian grabbed my other hand to spray it while my brain rebooted.
Say something!I shrieked internally.
“Are you wearing underwear under those pants?” I blurted out.
Not that! Not that! Abort! Abort!
Sebastian dropped my hand like it was a live grenade and jumped back.
Then he looked down at himself and cursed.
“He’s obsessive about cleanliness,” Alfie said as Sebastian sprayed his hands too.
“I took a shower this morning,” I said.
