Page 43 of Too Sweet
“Shots?” she asks, eyeing the girls. “You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
It takes two hours of playingHot Seatbefore Mia comes back. The quiet click of the front door has my head turning in the direction of the hallway, but instead of joining us, her soft footsteps retreat, and another door closes behind her.
“She won’t even sayhey?” Adrian asks, his eyebrows pulled together. “That’s rude.”
“She’s doing what she’s told,” Toby clarifies with a scowl. “Aisha doesn’t want her here.”
“Because she’s such a buzzkill!”
She’s been riling me up for months but never this fast. “She’s your sister.”
“Doesn’t change facts, does it? I invited her to spend time with my friends once, and Mia got so uncomfortable with jokes she puked her guts out.”
“Nico’s right. She’s your sister, babe,” Toby drawls, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Ask her to come out here. She doesn’t have to play. She can just have a drink.”
With a huff and an eyeroll, Aisha stumbles down the hallway. We hear the knock but not their conversation, and a moment later, she’s back alone. “She’s busy.”
“Which door?” I ask, not buying that.
“Second on the right.”
I head down there, tap my knuckles against the frame, and enter. My mind goes quiet at the sound of “Graceland”byAllan Rayman. Since I heard him on Mia’s playlist, I’ve listened to everything he recorded.
Mia jumps, startled, and my brain fucking freezes.
She stands by the bed. Her blonde waves dance around her face, kissing her arms before falling lower.
My attention is not on her hair for long, stolen by her body dressed in nothing but a pair of low panties cut out to accentuate the curve of her hips. She covers her boobs with her hands but isn’t doing a good job. Pale pink areolas peek between her fingers.
I think I’m having a stroke.
My heart rams in my chest so hard every beat pulsates in my fingertips. My cock hardens faster than I can blink.
I’m aware that I’m staring... silent,speechless, taking her in over again, skimming down from blonde hair, rosy cheeks, and barely parted lips to protruding collarbones and the delicate skin of her cleavage. The hourglass dent of her waist, deep navel, and round hips. Smooth legs, gold anklet, then up again, drinking in the sight. Committing it to memory.
My chest tightens so hard it’s enough to fucking choke me.
“Jesus...” I whisper on an exhale, then fill my lungs again, looking into Mia’s green eyes. “You’re beautiful, baby.”
Her body taunts me, draws me in, and tortures me in ways I never thought could cause pain.
Her cheeks blush like a well-trained sunrise, and she shudders, fighting to hold my gaze. “I didn’t saycome in.”
“Fuck,” I pinch the bridge of my nose, turning away from the girl I want so much I question my sanity. “I should... I should apologize for walking in, Mia, but...” Why? Why is she so gorgeous? Why is she Cody’s? “...I can’t. I’mnotsorry. I’ll let you get dressed, but not in that night dress you’ve got ready on your bed. I expect you to join us for a drink.”
“Um... okay,” she says quietly.
And I leave, bursting out of there like I’m being chased by cops. The image of her, almost naked, is burned into my hippocampus for-fucking-ever. I’m not getting it out of there even if I open my head and pour a bucket of bleach in.
I down my drink in one go, taking a seat on the piano stool. I’m mentally pep-talking myself, keeping it together until Mia comes over a minute later.
“How was the date?” Aisha asks.
“It was fine.”
Her tone is far from fine. I don’t like the insecurity radiating off her or the fact she hasn’t looked at me once. Either she’s embarrassed or still annoyed about my stunt last week.
