ChapterTwenty-Two
Angeline
The next day was… torturous.
Johnny showed up to make breakfast, as promised, but whether or not he’d banked on Shayla being there was anyone’s guess. When he walked in, both of us were in the kitchen, though we’d just gotten up and started making coffee.
If Shayla thought anything was unusual about her brother strolling in to make us breakfast on a Tuesday morning, she didn’t say so. She actually seemed quite happy to see him and frothed him a latte. It was her second day of rehearsals for the Players video shoot, so maybe she thought that was why he was here, to wish her well?
Maybe he partly was?
He did make a point of meeting my eyes when she wasn’t looking. She was getting ingredients out of the fridge and his eyes crashed into mine. I stared as he dragged his teeth over his lip and my insides lit on fire, while Shayla babbled excitedly about her day.
Then the two of them got talking about the upcoming video shoot while he cooked. I just watched him, trying to read him while I sat quietly at the island. But he wasn’t giving much away.
He’d come over like he said he would.
But after last night… I wasn’t even sure what the fuck to say around him. Especially in front of Shayla. Were we lovers now? Were we a thing?
Would we have to tell her? Soon?
Did he really mean all that stuff about exploring my body and “making love” to me anytime I’d let him?
I wanted to believe it, desperately.
But the man was a player, after all. It was hard to know what might be a line, ego-stroking attention seeking, or just plain fun and games.
Was I a calculated conquest?
Or did he actually like me?
It was already kinda bothering me how much I was hoping for the latter. Because last night was… unexpected. And wildly fucking exciting. I’d be flat-out lying if I said I wasn’t dying to find out what happened the next time we were alone together.
I’d felt safe over the phone.
But it was also a terrible tease. The thought of experiencing it again, this time in the flesh…
With his hands on me…
I felt desperate to make him come—while looking in his eyes, so I could get a better sense of what the fuck was really going on here. So I’d know how the fuck to feel about it.
That, and I just really fucking wanted him. There was really no reason to pretend otherwise now.
Now that he’d opened that door… and I’d gone tumbling through, dildo in hand.
I tried to be careful not to check him out when Shayla was looking at me. But luckily Shayla’s mind was elsewhere, which gave me plenty of opportunity to ogle.
Johnny was wearing a snug white tank top that showed off his mouthwatering physique, his artful, sexy tattoos… and those fucking joggers again.
This time, he appeared to be wearing supportive underwear beneath. For his sister’s benefit?
I thought about how he’d confessed that he knew I was about to walk in on him when he was naked that day in his bedroom. Which meant that he also likely knew I was still in the house when he came downstairs, bouncing around all commando in his sweatpants.
I flushed hot just trying to put it all together. Had he been trying to seduce me all along? Or was he just seizing an opportunity when I came into his house?
Was he seizing an opportunity last night, because I texted?
Or did he feel safe over the phone, like I did?
