Page 13 of A Little Twist
“How can you say that? You don’t know anything about my situation.”
“I know enough, and I’m always right. Ask Britt.”
Her eyes move from my hand on her arm to my face. A smile lifts the corner of her lips, and her head tilts to the side. “You’re a lot different with your clothes on.”
“How so?”
She leans in, putting her lips dangerously close to mine, and whispers. “You’re a lot cockier when you’re naked.”
My dick tightens, and I’m ready to catch her by the jaw and claim her mouth with mine.
Instead I arch an eyebrow. “Or is it just more cock?”
Her eyes widen, and she falls back against the seat covering her laugh with her hand. It’s incredibly sexy, and it makes me smile.
Just as fast, she sits forward, lifting her chin and placing her hand on my cheek. “Thanks, Alex. I really needed to hear that tonight.”
Her thumb moves over my lips, and her eyes follow. I’m ready to say fuck it and pull her to me when she quickly exits the vehicle. For a brief moment, I want to go after her, but I don’t.
I have no reason to hold her, and I don’t want to be her friend. I never have.
I want so much more.
For now, I’ll let her go, but something’s coming. I can feel it. I don’t know why, but a series of events was set in motion this afternoon in Britt’s old apartment
And I’ve learned to get the best, sometimes you have to be patient.
CHAPTER4
CASS
“Another box arrived!” My aunt calls from the kitchen, and my head shoots up from the pillow as she continues muttering. “They just keep on coming.”
“Fuck! I overslept.” It’s 7 a.m., the day before Britt’s wedding, and I’ve got to get to the distillery.
The last few weeks have absolutely flown, and my stomach is in knots from needing everything to arrive on time, be set up properly, nothing broken, and all smooth sailing for the big day.
My top priority today is the cake, and I’ve brought everything to the industrial-sized kitchen at the distillery for it. I can put it all together and store it in the massive refrigerator for tomorrow.
Britt has always been such a good friend, and she’s marrying the man of her dreams—her years and years of dreams, I happen to know. Planning this event is the only gift I have to give her, and I want it to be perfect.
“I’ll get it,” I yell, hopping around my room, pulling on black leggings and a white cotton tank top.
I yank an oversized sweater over my head, and it falls off one shoulder as I dash into the kitchen, whipping my hair into a ponytail on top of my head. “I’ll be at the distillery all day, then I’m spending the night with Britt and Piper tonight. Bachelorette.”
“Will you be drinking?” My aunt’s eyebrow arches, and I fight my eye roll as I snatch the box off the counter.
“Yes, we’ll be drinking. It’s a celebration.”
“I hope you don’t plan to drive anywhere.”
Everywhere in Eureka is walkable, but I don’t bother pointing out the obvious. “We’re staying at the apartment above the Star Parlor. All night.”
“Bachelorette party.” She shakes her gray head in a disapproving manner. “I’m sure you’ll be doing things I don’t want to know about.”
I can’t resist. “Yep, it’ll be dildos and penis pops all night.”
“Cassidy Dixon! I did not raise you to speak that way in my house…”