Page 3 of She's Mine

“I’m having a boat party in a couple of weeks, and I was wondering if you wanted to come? You can bring your new boyfriend…if you can pull yourselves out of the bedroom that is. I mean…I assume you’re not a virgin anymore.”

“Um, no, yeah. You saw him,” I give a little laugh that could go either way and feel my cheeks turn bright red.

“Awesome. I was here for the textbook I lent you since I haven’t seen you around in a little while.”

“Oh…yeah. Give me a second.” I make a mad dash for the island and grab the book he let me borrow. The only reason I asked to borrow it was so I could get closer to him and have a reason to talk to him. When I hand it to him, he gives me a smile and a wink before walking away.

What the hell? Did he really just wink at me?

I turn to find…what was his name? Boa? Bull? Bear! He comes out of the back shirtless with wet hair.

“Thanks for letting me use your shower. Hey…isn’t that my shirt? You stole my shirt?”

Chapter Three

Bea

“It’s like having two sisters instead of one.”

“I’d give it back to you but I’m not wearing anything under it.”

He stands looking at me for a couple of minutes before he gives me a huge frown that pulls his brows down into a crease. “See…god damn it! You can’t go around telling men you aren’t wearing any fucking thing like that.”

“But…you just said…”

“And you answered the door like that…if you were mine, I’d have you over my knee bare-assed with my handprints all over it.”

Holy shit! “But…you only see me as another sister…which brings me to a question I have for you.“

“Yeah, but you aren’t my sister, sweetheart. And men like me rarely let little things like you being my sister’s friend stop them. Your little ass needs to be safer. And that loser at the door didn’t see you as a fucking sister at all.”

Aww, I think he’s worried about me. Like he would be with Kat. His behavior has me even more certain that he’s the man for the job I have in my head.

“I need a favor.”

His eyebrows go up and his face goes blank. He really has the best expressions that tell people exactly what he is thinking. “What now?”

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend to make that guy at the door jealous so he will want me.”

“What the hell? Are you not listening to anything I just said?”

“It’s just that he invited me to this boat party - whatever the hell that is? - and I really need you to do this for me so…”

“No! There is no way in hell I’m dating you just so you can make some limp-dicked fuck boy jealous and want to fuck you.”

“Why not?”

“One, you’re a fucking baby. Two, what would we tell my sister, who will most definitely find out about this little charade? And three…this isn’t some teen movie where this shit will work.”

“I am not a baby, I’ll have you know. I’m perfectly legal. And you are a much bigger fuck boy than that…,” Oh shit, I can’t think of another word for Paul other than boy, “person.”

He gets close to me and points his finger down at my nose bringing into sharp focus how much bigger he is compared to me. “I might spank you even though you aren’t mine just for doing something so stupid and utterly childish.”

“The best part of your family is definitely Kat because where you’re concerned your mom should have swallowed!”

I spin and head for my room before slamming the door and shutting out his words. Childish. And he called me a fucking baby. That’s two guys who have told me I’m nothing but a fucking idiot kid in just over two weeks. I could cry if I wasn’t so pissed off at the entire male race. They are the fucking idiots. Not me.

The next day at work is so much worse than I could have anticipated. The mean girls have their claws out as soon as I hit the door.

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