making Arizona squirm. I’d rather she was squirming underneath me as I drove my cock into her, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon unless she got a lobotomy and completely changed personalities, so this is what I was stuck with. I could barely hold back my grin, and the journalist turned her attention back to me.
“Intimate?”
“Sorry, that probably wasn’t the right word. Close, I meant. We’ve hung out, been to a party together, had movie nights…all that kinda stuff.”
Arizona’s nostrils flared slightly, and I reached across and patted her hand before continuing. “It’s like we’ve known each other our whole lives, isn’t it, sis ?”
“Mm-hmm. It sure is, bro ,” she said, plastering a saccharin sweet smile on her face and aiming her foot at my shin under the table.
It was like a fly attacking a bulldog. I barely even felt her kick, and to be honest, it made me horny as hell. I loved it when she got angry. That wild, fiery look in her eyes drove me absolutely crazy, and once again I resisted the urge to grab her, bend her over my knee and spank her for being such a grumpy little tease.
As the journalists asked my mother and Roy more questions, I pulled out my phone and sent Arizona a text. Her phone vibrated a second later, and she set it down on her lap before looking at what I’d sent.
I can see down your dress when you lean forward. Is that for my benefit?
She threw me a dirty look and typed furiously, pulling the front of her dress up at the same time, and my phone buzzed a second later.
You’re a dirty pervert. Leave me alone.
“You know, I’m really surprised to see how well your family has come together like this,” Megan said to Roy at the head of the table. “This kind of drama could really affect other people, but it looks like Arizona has blended rather seamlessly into the family.”
I covertly sent Arizona another text: I want to blend seamlessly into you.
She tapped out a reply immediately. That doesn’t even make sense, moron, she wrote, but I could see her sexy pout quirking up in a little smile. Aha. Gotcha, tease. A surefire way into any chick’s pants was to make her laugh, so maybe I was in with a chance after all.
My phone buzzed again a second later. No, was all it said. Jesus, she was a mind reader now? That girl was too smart for her own good.
As the lunch ended an hour later and the reporters and photographers packed up their cameras and other gear, I caught her off guard and pulled her aside.
“I was thinking we should go grab coffee, sis,” I said. “Haven’t seen you for a while.”
“Really?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “I thought we were the best of friends, hanging out all the time and having movie nights. At least that’s what you told the press.”
“I told them what they wanted to hear,” I said. “And so did you, hypocrite. Now come on, let’s go.”
“I’m busy. I have to get back to work. Something you probably have no concept of.”
“Oh come on, there must be the teensiest window of time for you to fit me into your incredibly busy schedule,” I said, my lips curling up in the famous Crest smirk.
“Believe me, if there was a window, it’d be a really high one and I’d throw you right out of it,” she replied.
With that, she turned and sashayed away, and I stood and watched her go, hypnotized by her perky ass as it swayed from side to side with each step she took.
A small part of my brain was telling me to just give up, let her go. If I cultivated this feeling of mutual dislike, maybe I could do that. Maybe it’d be okay. My dick seemed to have other plans, though. Plans I didn’t like one bit. I hated feeling out of control. It freaked me the fuck out. And Arizona seemed to make lose all sense of control.
I was screwed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ARIZONA
Another day, another dollar, or so the old saying goes. It was early afternoon in the office, and I was replying to a bunch of emails and trying
“Intimate?”
“Sorry, that probably wasn’t the right word. Close, I meant. We’ve hung out, been to a party together, had movie nights…all that kinda stuff.”
Arizona’s nostrils flared slightly, and I reached across and patted her hand before continuing. “It’s like we’ve known each other our whole lives, isn’t it, sis ?”
“Mm-hmm. It sure is, bro ,” she said, plastering a saccharin sweet smile on her face and aiming her foot at my shin under the table.
It was like a fly attacking a bulldog. I barely even felt her kick, and to be honest, it made me horny as hell. I loved it when she got angry. That wild, fiery look in her eyes drove me absolutely crazy, and once again I resisted the urge to grab her, bend her over my knee and spank her for being such a grumpy little tease.
As the journalists asked my mother and Roy more questions, I pulled out my phone and sent Arizona a text. Her phone vibrated a second later, and she set it down on her lap before looking at what I’d sent.
I can see down your dress when you lean forward. Is that for my benefit?
She threw me a dirty look and typed furiously, pulling the front of her dress up at the same time, and my phone buzzed a second later.
You’re a dirty pervert. Leave me alone.
“You know, I’m really surprised to see how well your family has come together like this,” Megan said to Roy at the head of the table. “This kind of drama could really affect other people, but it looks like Arizona has blended rather seamlessly into the family.”
I covertly sent Arizona another text: I want to blend seamlessly into you.
She tapped out a reply immediately. That doesn’t even make sense, moron, she wrote, but I could see her sexy pout quirking up in a little smile. Aha. Gotcha, tease. A surefire way into any chick’s pants was to make her laugh, so maybe I was in with a chance after all.
My phone buzzed again a second later. No, was all it said. Jesus, she was a mind reader now? That girl was too smart for her own good.
As the lunch ended an hour later and the reporters and photographers packed up their cameras and other gear, I caught her off guard and pulled her aside.
“I was thinking we should go grab coffee, sis,” I said. “Haven’t seen you for a while.”
“Really?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “I thought we were the best of friends, hanging out all the time and having movie nights. At least that’s what you told the press.”
“I told them what they wanted to hear,” I said. “And so did you, hypocrite. Now come on, let’s go.”
“I’m busy. I have to get back to work. Something you probably have no concept of.”
“Oh come on, there must be the teensiest window of time for you to fit me into your incredibly busy schedule,” I said, my lips curling up in the famous Crest smirk.
“Believe me, if there was a window, it’d be a really high one and I’d throw you right out of it,” she replied.
With that, she turned and sashayed away, and I stood and watched her go, hypnotized by her perky ass as it swayed from side to side with each step she took.
A small part of my brain was telling me to just give up, let her go. If I cultivated this feeling of mutual dislike, maybe I could do that. Maybe it’d be okay. My dick seemed to have other plans, though. Plans I didn’t like one bit. I hated feeling out of control. It freaked me the fuck out. And Arizona seemed to make lose all sense of control.
I was screwed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ARIZONA
Another day, another dollar, or so the old saying goes. It was early afternoon in the office, and I was replying to a bunch of emails and trying
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