Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“I’ll be right back,” Megs said and stood, walking toward her brother. She started saying something to him, but he still kept his gaze locked right on mine.
“Hey there.” The male voice came from beside me.
I turned and saw the guy named Brody sitting beside me. His grin was wide, the smile looking fake and forced. “Hey,” I said, making it clear by the tone of my voice that I wasn’t really into whatever he was about to get into. Although this guy might be trying to be nice, I was getting a weird vibe from him, one that told me this was a pick-up attempt for sure.
“How long have you known Megs?” he asked, that grin still in place.
“Years,” I responded and glanced back over to where Megs and Tex stood.
Tex was still looking at me, his brows lowered over his eyes, his expression one that appeared almost angry.
“Yeah? I just met her this year, and started working with her. We kind of hit it off.”
I looked back at Brody. “Hit it off?”
“Not like that,” he said and chuckled. “Although, who knows. I’m open to whatever.” He gave me a wink and I pursed my lips.
It was clear what type of guy he was, and if he wasn’t realizing right now, he soon would be, that I wasn’t that type of girl.
“What about you, though?” He pushed his chair a little bit closer to me and I lifted an eyebrow. That only made him grin wider.
“What about me?” I brought my wineglass to my mouth and took a long, hearty drink. I figured I’d need it tonight, at least to get through this conversation with Brody.
“You seeing anyone?”
I didn’t respond right away.
“Do you want to see anyone?”
Oh. Lord.
He leaned in a little closer. This guy really didn’t know about personal space.
“Um.”
“I mean, I’m not seeing anybody, but I’m always looking for a good time.”
God. He went there.
His breath wafted across my face, thick from the alcohol he was drinking. I could have probably gotten drunk from the fumes alone. He leaned in another inch, his eyes bloodshot, glossy. He was drunk, that was clear. Or maybe he was always a pushy asshole.
Before I could answer, could tell him off, in fact, I watched Brody straighten. He looked at something over my shoulder, and then cleared his throat, glancing away as if he were intimidated, or maybe afraid.
I shifted in my chair so I could see what he was looking at. A big, hard male body stood right behind me. I craned my neck back to look into Tex’s face. He had his focus on Brody, his eyes narrowed, his rage clear in the way he held himself. I could see a muscle working under his cheek, ticking as if he were trying to rein himself in, control himself.
I didn’t know what was going on with Tex, but I knew what I wanted to happen, knew how I wanted his actions to be perceived … that he wanted me as his.
4
Tex
I stared at the guy sitting next to her, knowing his game right away. I’d overheard him when I should’ve been listening to Megs, but couldn’t pry my focus off of the little prick who was trying to move in on my woman.
“Excuse me, Megs.” I moved away from my sister as she was still speaking. I heard her sputtering in confusion and then huff out in annoyance. I made my way over to Calissa, her back toward me but her body language telling me she didn’t want anything to do with the guy currently speaking to her. I felt myself growl out low with the very thought he was trying to get with her.
“Come inside with me and let me get you another drink,” I said, not really wanting to go inside for that reason. I wanted to talk to her, get her alone. I was done with this back and forth with myself. I was done trying to pretend I could ignore how I felt.
She smiled and nodded, standing and walking away from the little asshole. I glared down at him, and we connected gazes for one second before he turned away, clearly uncomfortable. Good. I wanted him to be really fucking uncomfortable.
I stood there for another second, just staring at his profile, seeing his throat work as he swallowed. He knew I was still there, watching him. I wanted him uneasy. Maybe he was an innocent little asshole, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make my intentions known.
“Tex?”
I turned and looked at Calissa, who stood by the sliding glass door that led into the kitchen.
“Are you coming?”
Did she realize I was having a pissing contest with this dick?
I went inside, letting Calissa go in before me. I shut the screen door behind us and walked into the kitchen, possessiveness slamming into me and making me drunk. She smelled like lemons and vanilla, an intoxicating combination. I pulled two beers out of the fridge, the caps popped off, and handed her one.