Page 35 of My Best Friend's Brother

"So join me then," I sighed, tipping whiskey into her glass.

If Razza had a problem, he should have fucking said something. I met his eyes, lifting my glass towards him as he nodded stiffly.

He knows better than to piss me off.

"Didn't have you down as an overprotective brother," Jessica said, wrinkling her nose up at the drink. "I'm gonna need some coke with this."

"Lightweight," I muttered, leaning over to unhook the coke pump from behind the bar.

I filled her glass to the top, and she nodded her thanks. I took in her long legs and how the dress clung to her thighs. On any other woman, it would look slutty, but Jessica carried it with class.

Class? What the fuck am I on about?

"So, will you tell me about the real Logan?" Jessica crossed her legs, dragging a hand through her inky black hair, letting it fall to her shoulders.

Focus, Logan, you utter prick.

"I've got a big dick, and I know how to use it. I'm an arsehole; not a lot else to know," I smirked, enjoying the dismay on her face.

"Need you always be so crass?"

"Yes, actually."

"What's your favourite colour?" Jessica asked, her cheeks flushing as she gulped the whiskey.

Is she nervous?

"Black," I answered easily, draining my whiskey.

Fuck, I've nearly drunk half a bottle.

"Hardly surprising. What are your dreams, your ambitions?"

I screwed my face up, sighing heavily.

"Jessica. I'm not into this shit."

"What, conversation? I bet you'd listen if I were standing in front of you in a towel," she huffed, finishing her drink.

She has a point.

"If you were standing in front of me with a towel, it wouldn't be a conversation I'd be after."

She shook her head, muttering something inaudible under her breath.

"What's with the dickhead boyfriend?" I said, intending to needle her further.

All this shit about my dreams and ambitions, trying to get to know me—therealme, and she was with the biggest asshole I've ever met.

Showed how shallow she was.

"Oh, must be the big dick and the fact he knows what to do with it," she retorted, glaring at me through her thick lashes.

"It must be." I chuckled, marvelling at her banter. "No, for real. How did he get a girl like you?"

"A girl likeme?" She echoed, tilting her head to the side.

I was about to elaborate when Raff and Ellie approached us with stupid grins.

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