"Ayla didn't seem to have a problem with me the other night."That little girl was an anomaly.She gravitated to my brothers and me.She wanted to play games with us and tell us about her day.I was completely entranced by her.
Her nose scrunched."She's a kid.She doesn't know any better."
"And how's that?"
"Growly.Mean.And most certainly not a man of his word."She waved a hand in my direction as if she couldn't even bare to look at me.Then she turned and sashayed up the stairs.
I was momentarily stunned by the way her hips swayed as she moved.The hem of my sweatshirt rode higher on her thighs.Would I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy?
I gripped the railing and held on for dear life.There was no reason why I should follow her up the stairs to find out.
Then my brain rewound her words.She'd said I wasn't a man of my word.That pissed me off, but what could I say?I'd asked her out and stood her up.She was right.She should stay away from me.
"Next time you want to talk, wear more clothes," I ground out, determined to have the last word.
When she reached the door to her apartment, she gave me a haughty look, lifted her nose, and turned the knob.Then she slipped inside.
There was zero chance I was getting that sweatshirt back.And a small, primal part of me liked that she was wearing my scent and basking in the warmth of my body.
But then I stepped back and pushed open the door, the air cooling me down.Belle wasn't for me, no matter how much I wanted to kiss that snooty expression off her face.
It was a good reminder that we were from two different worlds.Women like her didn't go for men like me.
