She’s all thin long limbs and a sweet face. Although, at the moment, it’s not so sweet.
She takes her blonde hair down from its bun and then twists it up again.
“Lo,” Saige says, a warning tone in her voice. Lo turns toward Saige.
“What? You’ve been so weird the past few days and now I know why.” She grins back at me with lips covered in gloss. Saige mouths an apology to me over Lo’s shoulder, but I actually find the whole thing funny.
“It’s nice to meet one of Saige’s friends, under any circumstances,” I say.
“From the looks of it, if I’d come a little later, I might have met even more of you,” Lo says and I decide I like her. My initial impressions are almost never wrong. With one exception. Cash.
“Almost,” I say and Saige seems to have shoved her embarrassment aside.
“Was there something you wanted, Lo?” Lo looks back and forth between us.
“Just this. I’d love to interrogate you now and give the whole speech on not fucking over my best friend, but sadly, I have a work emergency.” I remember from my research that she works as a curator at a local museum, which is probably one of the reasons she and Saige get along so well. They share an affinity for things from the past.
She pats me on the shoulder.
“Fuck with her and I’ll destroy you. I have three brothers who adore me and would do anything I asked. Okay?” Little does she know that I have my own brothers of a sort who would do anything for me as well. But I give her a smile.
“Duly noted.” She passes Saige and whispers something in her ear that makes Saige narrow her eyes. Lo leaves, her laughter echoing even after she’s closed the front door.
I leave the bedroom and stop in front of Saige in the hallway.
“Sorry about that. I didn’t know she was going to just show up here.” She seems to have smothered her embarrassment into mere annoyance.
“It’s fine. No harm done. Although, if I hurt you, I guess there will be.” I laugh.
Saige rolls her eyes and tugs on her shirt to make sure it’s covering her stomach. It’s a strange fit of modesty.
“Don’t listen to her or believe anything she says. I don’t.” I put my hands on her shoulders and she looks up at me.
“Maybe we rushed things a little bit,” I say. As much as I would like to relieve the hard-on I have, building a foundation with Saige is more important. I need to get her to trust me before she even knows she’s doing it. Before I use that trust to get what I want.
She rises up on her tiptoes and then down. I wonder if she took dance when she was younger. I don’t have access to a lot of those details.
“You’re probably right. I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves.” She sighs and walks back toward the living room.
“Do you want to watch a movie or something? Or we could go out and take a walk.” A walk would be most uncomfortable until I can talk my cock back down.
“A movie sounds great.”
T wenty minutes later, we’re still arguing about which Hitchcock movie is the best.
“Are you kidding me?” Saige says. “It’s not Rear Window . It has to be Vertigo . You’re crazy if you think otherwise.” I can’t believe her. She’s the insane one if she thinks that Vertigo is better and I tell her that.
“Whatever. We’re just going to have to watch both and then you’ll see.” She grabs the remote and selects Rear Window . I’ve seen it so many times that I don’t need to watch it again.
“You’re wrong, Quinn Brand,” she says as she stomps off to the kitchen to make popcorn. She keeps surprising me. Shifting, changing from what I think she is into something else. Trying to figure her out is like trying to hold water with your fingers apart. She keeps slipping through. It should make me uneasy, but I’m too wrapped up with the mystery of this beautiful girl to care. That’s going to be a problem, but I’ll deal with it later.
“Butter?” she yells over the sound of the air
Amanda Heath
Drew Daniel
Kristin Miller
Robert Mercer-Nairne
T C Southwell
Robert & Lustbader Ludlum
Rayven T. Hill
Sam Crescent
linda k hopkins
Michael K. Reynolds